“The one email I actually read on a Sunday morning, with my kopi.”
Mei LingReader since issue 20

I’m a registered dietitian in Singapore. For eleven years I worked hospital rosters, and I know the vending machine at 4 a.m. very well.
Plate notes began as a note I sent to the nurses on my ward. Now it goes out every Sunday morning: one small idea, a photo from my week, and nothing to count.
I like ordinary food. Kaya toast, a pot of dal, whatever looks good at the market, eaten at times that fit the life you actually have.
“The one email I actually read on a Sunday morning, with my kopi.”
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A short letter on eating well around real life: early shifts, hawker breakfasts, an empty fridge.
“The one email I actually read on a Sunday morning, with my kopi.”