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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Perhaps it is unwise to judge a book by its cover. Blonde = Dumb, Glasses = Dork, 5 inch Transparent Heels = Hooker... though my colleague swears the last is a method of identifying prostitutes with a 100% success rate. I guess it's not that difficult in Las Vegas, since said 5 inch transparent heel wearer also often mistakens a top as a dress, wears too much makeup, and doesn't wear a bra. And I wouldn't blame them, who else would know they are in business otherwise?

The stereotype I have to fight off, is fortunately, not as complicated. People think I'm an animal-hater Diva who can't be arsed to deal with the menial tasks such as cooking, cleaning, or laundry. I tell them that if they have easy acess to foreign help like we do in Singapore, there is no reason why you would ever iron a shirt.

But then I can't say I didn't fuel their judging... after all, I did set up a 'Anti-Animals Association' back in Cedar, and I do tend to outsource everything ranging from toenail painting, to dishwashing. But of course, that was in the past in Singapore. Now that I'm on my own I would gladly reverse roles and get paid for painting pple's nails and doing someone's dishes... someone please call social services.

It's so unfair for people to think that I am horrible in the kitchen just because I sliced my hand open and required 12 stitches for that. I mean, it was a one-off thing and I am going to ensure it doesn't happen again ok. Just because I'm clumsy doesn't mean I don't make good food. Ok, scratch that... I don't think I cook good, but I try!! It's just like how I dropped a huge chopper and it landed right next to Justina's toe... the food still turned out ok wad! But then of course I also used the salt that my ma had designated for cleaning in my pasta, thus ensuring I get diarrhea for the rest of the afternoon. But that was all in the past, I needed that lesson -- Never ever use the salt that is stashed beneath the sink, along with other cleaning supplies to cook! I must had been horribly dense to make a mistake like that.

Sick of the expensive char siew here, I decided to make my own, along with the biggest wantans in history. And see, it turned out real good!!



And just to seal it as a 'Jing de liao chu fang, chu de liao ting tang' modern woman, I came home from work and started making dinner. And capable women like me are not satisfied with caipeng, and in line with being the uh-hum, sophisticated and well-travelled individual I am, I made Pad Thai.

from scratch.

Oh, how a long way I've come. And yes the kitchen is now a mess and something is lacking in the pad thai but I can't put a tastebud to it, but it's no bad la.




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