Homemade burgers

What I had for dinner tonight:

Lady's Fingers. Okra. Whatever you call them. Very yummy when cooked with dried shrimps (just like in the photo) or with sambal belacan.

I like how the red chilli flakes add a little more dimension to this photo =)

But the real star of this post are the burgers we made at home today.

Chicken burger.

Bread.
Cheese.
Mayonnaise.
Cucumber.
Coleslaw.
Chicken patty.
Tomato.
Chili sauce.
Cabbage.
Bread.

In case you don't know what am I talking about, it's the arrangement of the contents of my burger XD

The chicken patty doesn't look appetising. My brother even thought it was uncooked and didn't finish his burger. I finished my burger but truthfully, the patty wasn't nice. I forgot what brand of chicken patty my mom bought but it is not Ramley.

No my burger is not placed upside down. Neither is the photo rotated. I melted the cheese on the wrong piece of burger bread and tada! A odd looking... Horned burger.

Hahaha XD Don't you think my burger look adorable?

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