Cooking up a storm
Am a lucky girl.....I don't stay with my parents, and yet I come home, almost every night, to a warm home-cooked meal...nah...I don't have the dough to offer employment to a maid....but I have a hubby who loves to cook!!! handy...eh?!?
Late last Thursday night however, he erhm...playfully hinted "Haven't had your cooking for ages!!!".... to which I muttered "OK, tomorrow's my turn then...kitchen is out of bounds for you!"
Hehhehehe...having been spoilt rotten, I have been sadly out of practice. Used to cook regularly when I was a student in the UK coz:
- it would cost me an arm to eat take-away - and money from the scholarship hardly stretched that far anyway;
- it was a valid excuse to get away from my books - come to think of it, I was more willing to do laundry and house chores then..hehehe....anything legit (by my conscience's standards) to not pore over boring economics and accounting;
- plus working in the kitchen in the bitter cold of winter, when we poor students were scrimping on heating, was pure cosy warm bliss
Yeah, yeah...doesn't take a genious to tell that it hardly resembles one....but hey....remember that one should never judge a book by its cover?!? Hubby going back to the kitchen regularly and voluntarily (honestly, he did!) during the entire evening was testimony enough! :)
munsta ramblings @ 8:10 pm
3 Comments:
If it's any comfort, good looking does not equal tasty food :)
It actually looks pretty alright ;)
ahhaha....it looks like cafeteria/ prison food slopped on a plate! OK...maybe prison food isn't that colourful....tsk tsk :)
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