I think I make bomb-ass scrambled eggs. 😏
* Flip Hair *
I'm sucha horrible cook. Whenever I whip something decent up, it has to come with the line:
"Can get married liao!"
As of today my future family will survive on:
1. Scrambled Eggs
2. Garlic Bread
3. Campbell Soup – Premium Selection: Mushroom Seafood
But hey! I (shamelessly) think I've mastered those okay! Although eggs and bread and canned soup don't sound like much. But my eggs are runny on the inside 💯, my garlic bread has herb and is perfectly salted (with salt & self whipped butter), my mushroom soup has fresh (and canned) finely chopped shiitake (button) mushrooms. 🍄 (Virgo syndrome)
Aiyah nvm. 😞
Cooking is like rocket science. Once I stepped into the kitchen and cut my fingers twice, yes, in the same session. 🤕🔪
Professional cooking results, simplified.
Someone I know (but still don't know who yet) gifted me a cooker. 😒
It came in the mail that day (postman at my doorstep and all). It's a Sous Vide Cooker, with no note.
Immediate thoughts were:
1. This person knows I can't cook
2. Aw so thoughtful (cos you probably cannot go wrong with a pre-programmed fire-less cooking device right?) 😃
3. Wait, WTHeck IS THIS SARCASM. 😡
I still don't have a clue who sent this.
But I think whole new level liao. Me + the kitchen, evidently not happening. & it seems like I'm not the only one aware of this non-existent no-sided love.
No, I don't like to cook. (Wait, let me rephrase this, I CAN'T cook. But I like chopping / mincing / doing the dishes more). We all like different things and cooking is just.. not my forte.
I cook to survive. Like eat to live or live to eat? I live to eat, but cook to live.