My Cooking

Entry ini ditujukan khas untuk babe yang cun melecun itu, dengan ucapan "Sesungguhnya aku cinta padamu."

My lover told me that my cooking has improved tremendously. If I were my usual self, I would have jumped and said, "Are you saying it was bad before??!!" But instead I took the compliments because deep down I know there are some truths in it.

I told him, I don't really like cooking you know. I don't hate it. It's just don't fancy doing it. Worst still every day, in out, in out. I don't think everyday cooking can ever be my hobby. I have never really helped my mum during those precious teen years and my first time experience was the one I cooked chicken rice sometime in autumn of 1992.

I do cook, but usually it is the simple one for the kids on weekday basis. Now those used to be special weekend cookings are my everyday cooking. Imagine that? I think my mum would be half impressed. Even my dad, who was at disbelief after he discovered that I can somewhat cook when he visited us after we got married.

And because cooking is now my KPI, I put my heart and soul in it. And I have to eat it for God's sake. I don't want to be eating fried chicken everyday now do I. Or omellete or fried eggs or ayam masak kicap again and again? And plus the food here, how much can you take arab food everyday? The oily briyani rice. My lover doesn't fancy food with so little gravey. I only like kebab and lamb chops. Zachary doesn't like it. So I had to cook..everyday.

Having said that, I do like to invite people and cook up for them. Ohh I so love that. I like cooking the many dishes, the preparation..they are all adrenalin rush to me. Making sure the food is at least edible, if not delicious. Taking out cutleries, serving dishes. I like the non-stop preparation from the night earlier, the playing hostess and the satisfaction that good food is served and hopefully people enjoyed. That I like. I am not sure if there is any scientific term to these behaviours. I don't really like cooking but I like to cook for a lot of people. 30 to 40 the most so far. Not that many, but enough for the pots and pans I own.

Over here, the Malaysian expat's wife is generally judged by their cooking skill or what they can cook. Well, judge is actually a strong word. But if they have something on and the menu is pot luck..do you want to come in every time with fried chicken? And plus since I like cooking for lots, I just need good menu for pot luck.

But, look at Zachary's cheeks now. In this cold weather his chubbier cheeks glow red.

And my sweet Batrisyia, whenever the food is to her liking would go, "Bang, let's hug Ibu, pasal Ibu masak sedap. (Ibu's cooking is delicious)

Or my, ever bodekful Haziq, would go, "Ayah, Ibu masak sedap sangatkan? Gemuklah Haziq macam ni kan Ayah." Dad! Ibu's cooking is just superb. I can go fat like this

And my lover would do that shivering act of ecstasy.

Oh well…suffice to say, I think I will score in this KPI this year.

Just for the record ok, a domestic goddess will never ever bring in ayam goreng kunyit for pot luck. No way! My chicken will always be marinated with something. Normal spices, satay like spices, with flour batter or breadcrumb. Ayam goreng kunyit hanya sesuai untuk dimakan dirumah panas-panas.

You see, I can be hard on myself.