Haven't been cooking lately. Either was busy with projects, business travel, vacations or been going out to party for the past few weeks. I haven't had the chance to heat the stove. Either that, or the simplicity of the menu weren't worth the trouble to blog. Although the reason this blog was made, was to make simple guides for those who doesn't have the flair for cooking or even be in the kitchen, hence the guide to Ezie Recipe came about.
There were few pictures of recent baking that I've took, and being saved in the lappie, but without much illustrative photos though. Just the end result.
The problem is, I am always too busy at home with other things to sit in front of the computer. Am only free to blog when I am at work, and then I will realise that I don't have the photos with me... gaaah.
Probably, one of the thing that I should write in here is my comments about the places of eateries that I've tried during those time that I was too lazy to go to the kitchen. That would be an interesting project. Since I will not be paid to comment, I would most likely ~ no... extremely truthful about my words, because there is no monetary gain. Just like what Jazz would do when he gives his view on certain task that he is being ask to do.
But I am not a good food critique, because to me, everything is delicious - evidently, the reason that I need to start exercising. But sometimes, we do need a layman's point of view on certain things. I may not be Violet Oon or Margaret Chan, but I do know where to eat on what occassion, most of the time.
When I was growing up, cooking wasn't or have never been one of my tasks at home. My late Grandmother will do the cooking herself with the help of my Aunty Mariam. Occasionally she will asked me to help, but only the easy task, like cutting rebung (young bamboo shoots) which in turned cut my palm because my mind was somewhere with the boys playing hide and seek, and Grandma never ask me to help again. The scar is still visible til now, and I will look at it everytime I miss her. It soothe me somehow.
And when I was living with my parents, my mom never liked the children to be in the kitchen while she cooked. Or was it because we were lazy and ungrateful to even offer to help. That resulted to none of us know how to cook. Mom gave me a crash course a week before my wedding to cook assam pedas, probably because she knew that was the only dish I will miss and crave for after I leave the house and I stay on my own right after the wedding itself.
Just like any other decent bride, I CAN'T COOK! But over the years, with trial and error, it got better. Not perfect, but better. So I guess, everyone needs a little guide. Simple guide that will go a long way.
