Cooking

Cooking is a life skill. Maybe almost everyone regardless of gender or status knows that. Right?

I, on the other hand, am not a fan of this skill. I do not enjoy learning this skill in my late teen to early adulthood period. I remember my first home economics class back in secondary school. I was 13 then. We learned to do french toast. Easy peasy lemon squeeze, right? Everyone had beautiful golden brown slices of bread presented on their plates. Mine was almost black! 

I did try to fry an egg on my own after that. The hot oil just popped over and over again, and I almost got an umbrella to shield myself. Needless to say, my eggs were worse than my first attempt of french toast. It was not just almost black. It was inedible. 

Then my parents had to leave to perform hajj for a month long.

My Dadi and Dada would send food over to our place for my brother and I. At times we would go over to their place and eat. No cooking required there. Phewwww. There was a time I was so hungry and I felt like eating my mom's frozen marinated chicken wings. I missed her so much that I knew I needed her chicken wings to make me feel better.

I called Erwin, she came over to save my life. I got edible chicken wings marinated by my mom. I was one very happy girl.

Along the way, I did learn to cook. I like to think I CAN cook, I just DO NOT enjoy cooking, that's all.

Under my mom's cooking class guide, there is the preparation part where there ought to be specific ways of slicing vegetables, meat, et cetera. They all will end up in the tummy anyway. Why so nitty? Then there's the actual cooking part where you have to wait for the boiling part, the smell to come alive part and eventually, the cleaning up part. 

*yawn*

By the time all that is done, I deserve some time in a spa. I gotta salute the stay-at-home moms, housewives and those ladies balancing family and work life. It is not an easy task.

Recently, I am needed to shoulder this responsibility for my family. My mom supervised my cooking and check out the result.

I made egg + dried fish curry, along with fried vegetables. Not bad eh?
*blow fingernails*

What did my mom think? No comment is always a good comment. ^_^

Now I am thinking, maybe I can add something else to my Capturing2016 project, start our mother-daughter recipe book based on what my mom learned from my Dadi, her sister, her friends, maybe even from other recipe books (the tried, tested, improved and proven version) and bits of what I learned from my friends and the internet with my added twist.

I have no idea when I will start this, but it's definitely going into my list. In my dreams, it is going to be a best seller!