We're moving again. Allegedly, reportedly. Nothing has yet been signed, and all could yet turn to horrible custard. But we've started to burn bridges right and left -- because you have to start committing to some things before other things are totally in place, right? Transitions are never seamless and unworrisome. Not with us, anyway.

Anyway, we're back in that acutely uncomfortable bit of the traveller's experience: the moving-on-again bit.

So this Saturday we went back to Bangsar, this time not to buy books but to leave them. Sad again, this parting from old favourites. Some of these guys had made it so far -- but now have to succumb to load-lightening demands. Little yellow German books from my university days, French books from my translation-diploma days, novels that have beguiled many diverse sets of circumstances -- may their new homes be good ones, and their adventures continue...

Consoled ourselves back at Kafe Chawan. The food is very good here -- good taste, nice presentation, generous helpings. We shared a big plate of chicken curry, and a portion of tauhu bakar. This is interesting. Crispy tofu pockets enclose grated veges -- a mixture, I think, of zucchini and carrot. Thus far, a neutral taste, I guess. It's the texture that's more important. But on the side was a sweet dipping sauce, almost the kind of thing you get with fruit rojak, sprinkled with crushed peanut. Yes -- I, too, was a bit dubious about this combo. But it worked really well.

I really enjoy the way Asian food combinations challenge all those traditional European notions of what is sweet and what is savoury, so that beans, root vegetables, and sweetcorn regularly turn up as dessert ingredients.

Helps keep the sweetness in life...