When someone mentions “the most expensive meal you’ve ever had,” most people think of fine dining, tiny portions, and a hefty bill. For me, that meal was at Miller & Carter — and honestly, it was worth every single penny.

Now, let me be clear: I’m not a steak person. I’ve always found it a bit overrated — too chewy, too heavy, just not for me. But Miller & Carter changed my mind, even if just for one night.

The whole experience felt special right from the moment we walked in. The service was absolutely gorgeous — warm, professional, and not at all rushed. You could tell they cared about the details, and that set the tone for the evening.

I decided to step outside my comfort zone and try the fillet steak. It’s something I’d normally avoid, but hey, when in Rome… and wow, I was not disappointed. It was incredibly tender, cooked perfectly to my preference, and full of rich, deep flavour. Paired with their signature onion loaf, seasoned fries, and that indulgent dripping beef sauce it was a dream meal. I genuinely didn’t expect to love it as much as I did.

Even though it came with a higher price tag than what I’d usually spend on dinner, the quality of the food and the overall experience made it feel worth it. Sometimes, it’s not just about the meal itself — it’s the atmosphere, the company, and trying something new.

Would I go back? Absolutely. And next time, I might just say I’m a steak fan after all.

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What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?

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I’m someone who naturally puts others before myself. It’s instinctive—whether it’s making sure someone’s had a good day before talking about my own, or giving my last bit of energy to make someone else’s moment a little brighter. It’s not about being selfless all the time (we all have our moments), but I get joy from knowing I’ve helped someone feel heard, seen, or supported.

I’d also say I’ve got a good sense of humour. Life’s too short to take everything seriously, and sometimes laughter is the best way to get through the tricky days. I love being silly, cracking jokes, or just having a giggle over something ridiculous. There’s something healing about finding the light in everyday moments, even if it’s just laughing at myself now and then.

Patience is another big part of who I am. Whether it’s waiting for someone to open up, listening without jumping in, or just taking a deep breath when things don’t go to plan—I’ve learned that being calm and steady often helps others feel the same. And when you’re a good listener (which I pride myself on being), patience naturally follows. People often come to me just to talk, to vent, or to find some comfort—and I never take that trust for granted.

I don’t have everything figured out, and that’s okay. I’m human. But if you ever need someone who’ll listen without judgment, who’ll make you laugh, and who’ll put your heart first—you’ve found her.

If I had to describe my life in one word, it would be music.

Not a day goes by where I don’t have something playing in the background — whether it’s a smooth acoustic melody easing me into the morning, a jazzy tune bouncing through my thoughts in the afternoon, or a bit of pop and rock adding fire to my evenings. Music isn’t just something I enjoy — it’s something I need. Honestly, I don’t think I could live without it.

The Soundtrack to My Soul

My taste is a bit of a genre smoothie: part acoustic, a swirl of jazz, a strong shot of pop, and just enough rock to shake things up. There’s something about acoustic music that feels raw and real — stripped down, no frills, just a voice and strings telling a story. It’s like hearing someone’s heart in a song.

Then there’s jazz — unpredictable, alive, free. I love how it plays with rhythm and melody like a conversation. Jazz is never quite the same twice, which makes every listen feel like a unique experience.

Pop? That’s my mood booster. Catchy, fun, bright — it’s like audio sunshine. Sometimes all you need is a familiar hook and a beat that makes you move, even if you’re just walking down the street with your earbuds in.

And rock… well, rock brings the attitude. It’s raw energy and honesty. I don’t go too heavy with it, but I love a bit of grit — electric guitar, a driving rhythm, lyrics that mean something. It reminds me that music can challenge and comfort at the same time.

Music as a Lifeline

There’s something magical about how a song can completely shift your mood. A sad song can feel like a friend when you’re down. A joyful one can lift you up when nothing else can. Sometimes I’ll replay a track over and over because it says what I can’t put into words.

It’s not just background noise — it’s emotion, memory, identity. It’s where I go when I need to feel connected to something bigger than myself.

Final Note

I don’t care about sticking to one genre. Music isn’t meant to be boxed in. It flows, changes, surprises you — just like life. Whether it’s an acoustic ballad, a jazz improv, a pop anthem, or a rock chorus that makes your chest thump — if it makes me feel something, I’m in.

So yeah, music isn’t just a hobby. It’s my way of living. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Daily writing prompt

What is your favorite genre of music?

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I’m not the most romantic person in the world—at least not in the traditional sense. I don’t believe romance is about grand gestures or expensive gifts. To me, it’s the small, everyday moments that truly matter.

Romance is about being there for someone when it counts. It’s listening—really listening—when they need to talk. It’s cooking a meal even when I don’t feel my best, just to bring a little comfort and care into their day. It’s going for a walk together, sharing a quiet moment that creates memories far more meaningful than anything money can buy.

I’m someone who believes deeply in memories, not material things like jewelry or fancy presents. Those tangible items might sparkle and shine, but it’s the simple acts of kindness and presence that build the lasting bonds of love.

For me, romance is less about grand declarations and more about showing up in small, thoughtful ways—day after day. Because at the end of the day, it’s those moments that stay with us the longest.

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What’s your definition of romantic?

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