FOOD!!!







Man, I've always loved crispy seaweed. Caught sight of these packets of seaweed a few months ago; but the rip-off, exorbitant price has never failed to put me off. After denying my precious taste buds for months, I finally succumbed and bought a packet. Tryout, you know? Never eat how to know nice a not, right???

Anyway, it tastes divine. Totally out of the world. But at a pricey S$2.95 per packet of a mere 50g (a few, miserable pieces only!!! Hummmph!!!), I ought to kick my own arse.



Just a few days ago, I was "happily" mugging on the kitchen table when Dad asked me to help him marinate the chicken wings; in preparation of Black Pepper Chicken (Yippie!!! Black pepper is my favourite seasoning!!!).





Here's a picture of the chicken-in-the-process-of-marination.




And shown below - after a grueling good hour - is the result (tadaa!!!) of Dad's Black Pepper Chicken:






What a weird colour it turned out to be in. I was just commenting to Dad that it has the exact same colour as my wonderful and ever-so-reliable cup of...

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COFFEE!!!



Haha. But truth be told, never judge a book by its cover. Colours aside, the Black Pepper Chicken tastes absolutely wonderful and succulent. Dad has always been a talented cook. I think some people's just born with it. Dad, for example, doesn't need to refer to any recipes; it's all about instincts and taste buds. Anyhow add, anyhow stir, anyhow cook, also very nice.


Just today, he was making meat dumplings (at the kitchen table again), when I felt mischievous and decided to try my itchy hands at some. Who knows, I might even turn out just as talented as he is, right? Perhaps I have some hidden talents that I'm not even aware of?

Dad's

Mine.

Mine is also very pretty, can? Okie, FINE, I admit that it's only slightly out of shape from a certain angle; but still got skills one, okie? However, earlier on, Dad was laughing at how horrendous my "masterpiece" looks. No taste la, no taste. Don't know how to appreciate fine art.


*my shattered, fragile heart*


While making meat dumplings, a funny and interesting conversation took place.

PRINCESS: What does Grandma call you, ah? By your name, or Ah Boy?
Dad: By name, lah! I so old liao leh, still Ah Boy, meh?
PRINCESS (ponders for a moment): Then how about me? I'm going on to 21 liao leh; and you still call me Ah Girl. Then next time I old, how? You'll still call me Ah Girl, meh? So strange.
Dad (without skipping a beat): I'll call you Lao Char Bo.

(-_-")


I thought for a moment, and rebutted back smartly, "Dunnnwannn. Lao Char Bo doesn't sound nice. I want Dua Chio Bu (Big Beauty)."


Sometimes, I simply just can't help but to think that I'm just sooo smart beyond words, lah!