Sick and tired of eating out and also to find opportunity to bond with dad, I decided to cook for the men in the family. Why men only and not the woman? Because I know mom wouldn’t want to eat what I cook. Oh well, it’s all right. At least, she won’t meddle in my cooking.
And, I was absolutely wrong!
She started to tell me what to do and was hardly encouraging. I got fed-up and told her that she was none too nurturing at all. My goodness, the tone she used as if she was scolding someone. I just want to cook! Is that a crime? Anyway, I guess my comments got to her and she softened her tone and directed me in a calmer manner. Seizing the opportunity, I asked her questions so that it seemed that I am interested to learn. And I do!
The meal turned out fine, I hope. Dad said it’s nice and Ken liked it. Phew! But this episode has really discouraged me from cooking in her kitchen. It’s her territory. SIAM.
I think I need to polish up my photography skills. =p