I’m happy to admit that I’ve turned into a B+ class cook. Well, this doesn’t require any certs. In other words, a qualified home chef. I take over the kitchen only when I feel like it. Solely cooking, no cleaning up after. I’ve done some of the great creations of local specialties.. such as curry laksa (grade A++), claypot lou shi fun (grade A+), portuguese grilled fish (grade A), Char Siu (grade B), cakes (baking is not in my list yet), dumplings (grade A), lam yee spare ribs (grade A), milkshakes (grade A+++++ over the top) and more to come.
Too bad I can’t prove it to you guys, cause I didn’t take any pictures.. all of the dishes ended up in Wesley’s tummy even quicker than he catches his own breath. Oh, I’ve also been passing around my cooking to my neighbors. (Devastating.. I am what I call myself a desperate housewife.. soon to be).
I’ve googled heaps of Asian recipes that I am very very keen on making. I intend to experiment till it pass my own petty picky taste buds. Needless to say I am also a qualified food critic. I will not blurt that the dish is devouring unless.. I know in my heart it just keeps me wanting more.
I am glad I have things to do, not much but better than nothing.
P/s: my mom is so mean, whenever I tell her that I’ve accomplished a new dish wanting her to be proud of me.. this is what she said, “You sure anot u can cook? u can tipu aussies but u think u can tipu m’sians ah? Aiya, I think your husband didn’t want to ruin your enthusiasm that’s why he reluctantly says its tasty everytime lor.”
Darn that woman! I shall prove u wrong when u are here for your holiday!
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