With Accentuating Off-White Pinstripes

[There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet – Panic! At The Disco]

Today I went to Mani’s house for lunch. I realized Dad didn’t leave food, and I can’t cook for shit (except eggs, and we were out of that) so I whinged to her online. She actually said yes to me going over for a free lunch.

Her mom picked me up (because, contrary to my beliefs, she actually lived around an hour’s walk away from me) and we started making some pizza! Making pizza from scratch! That was a first for me. Mrs Mani showed me how to make the dough (add some sugar with the yeast, it makes it activate faster haha!) and then we chopped up stuff for the topping. Mani never asked me to check if we had mushrooms so Mrs Mani kept on complaining that there was no mushrooms. (“Even three or four, for the flavor you know?”) Then she decided to experiment and make this Asian Pizza thing, using tuna and soy sauce and sweet chilli sauce.

While the pizzas were cooking (you know, we forgot to take pictures!) we went to play Wii. Failed epically in the Simpsons game. Ahh embarrassment! Then we had the pizzas, and let me tell you, I’m telling you so you better listen: After home made pizza that you made yourself, you don’t ever want to eat store bought ones ever again. Or maybe Mrs Mani is just really good at making pizza. The Asian fusion turned out really well, because the tuna smelled really good mixed with the sweet chilli sauce. Then Mani taught me how to toast a sandwich without a sandwich toaster. I think I still remember a few steps.

Eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat wiiiiiiiii Guitar Hero on Wii, without the guitar controller was funny and fail.

Then got dropped off home before either parents came home. I feel sneaky.

I wish I took pictures. It was so delicious! Thank you Mani and Mrs Mani!


Even Better Than Mama

For the past few days I’ve been more actively learning to cook/cooking dinner for my family. My aim is to get good enough by the end of the summer to be able to prepare a full meal for 3 (that being my family). Actually, my aim is to get good enough so that Carmaine, Bee and Eunice will respect me because i can finally cook. I don’t quite like it when Carmaine teases me about not being able to cook (but she sure was proud when she taught me how to mash potatoes!) so I want to make her prouder now with more skills.

Today dad taught me how to stir fry chicken with onions and carrots. It’s not hard funny enough, all you got to do is prepare the ingredients, chuck in carrots and onion first, stir it around, then chuck in the chicken, stir that around, cover, then when everything is cooked, you serve it. Why did I ever think cooking is hard? (Haha that’s probably because I’m learning how to stir fry stuff.) Actually, I find baking incredibly confusing. For example, if you do things the wrong way, a souffle will collapse. I think, why?! Why make people make something that will unmake itself? So I leave all the baking intricacies to Bianca.

When I was peeling the carrot, and chopping the onions today (got a bit emotional) I kept on making it a Cooking Mama game. So when I chopped the onion in half exactly, I gave myself a “Gu-ret! Ee-ven bettah dan Mama” or when I couldn’t cut through the chicken (dad needs sharper knives) I gave myself a “yooh gaib it yor bes’ eh-fert.”

If life was a game…at the rate I play RPGs (something I had to explain to BRuCE as Role Playing Games. They in turn decided that The World Ends With You sounds lame) I’d need a constant save button or else I’d die just like that.

De Fluffe, Out.