Let’s just get to the point. I hate cooking. I just do.
But for my love, I’ll do it. I’ll step into the kitchen. I’ll pick up that knife and start chopping and dicing. I’ll put the pan on the stove and dare I say it, “try” to make something. But here’s the thing. I’m no Martha Stewart. I’m nothing even close to housewife material. I’m just me. Renee.
Then I hum to myself “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can”. So I picked up an onion, rummaged through the fridge for some tomatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, and mushrooms, and took out some prawns from the freezer. Next thing I knew, I was making prawn tom yam. Ok, so I forgot to mentioned that I also used a packet of pre-made tom yam paste and condiments. And yes, I am aware that most of the time I was actually just boiling things. But still, prawn tom yam? Come one. That’s got to be like a 10 out of 10 for effort, right?
Impressed with my newly found untalented domestic skill, I snapped a quick picture of that thing called lunch. As I snapped, I kept thinking “I thought I could, I thought I could, I thought I could”. Like that little engine, I did it.
Ok, maybe it doesn’t look so appetizing but it beats having an empty stomach.
Now all I need to do is convince myself that I can do this for the next 50 years. “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…”. Rolling my eyes.
uh man, now i’m craving for tom yam. it’s your fault renee. bad timing la pula visit. buka puasa nak makan tom yamlah. lalalala~
i remeber back in our younger days wen i use to find unwanted creatures living in your pots and pans (and having to scrub them off).. and our herioc attempt to cook and more so, to eat what we have cooked (must be quite bad as my memory refuse to remember how the food tasted like).. baking choclate cake with a sunken centre which we happily brought to school and showed it to the whole world (but quite yummy tho).. so much for our culinary skills or lack of it…
so i must say when i say the breakfast and the prawn tomyam, i went like “Wow!!!” of course shocked judging from our previous experinces heheh..
anyhow, to many more tom yams and a fulfilling stomach, you go gurl..
Finally, someone who knew me way back when.
It’s so true. All of it. I deeply apologize for the scrubbing, scrubbing and more scrubbing that you had to encounter in the kitchen. Specifically in the sink. I was lost without you. So so lost. Now I know that I MUST wash the dishes within the same given week. Thanks Hana.
P/S: The cake with the sunken center was cleverly hidden with loads of M&Ms. I think we managed to trick them into thinking we were A listed chefs. I think.