Well I’ve had a rather interesting few days.
Sorry, I didn’t have time to post yesterday. I was too deeply immersed in my Fanfiction writing – which is, I’m pleased to say, actually going somewhere. But that wasn’t all I was doing.
I was enjoying a peaceful Monday at home – alone – when Mum rings and asks would I be able to make something quick for dinner? She, Dad and my brother were all at Dad’s work and I couldn’t very well expect them to come home starving. So, I got started with the tofu – as directed by mother. It seemed easy enough: heat the oil, pop in the tofu cubes, take them out. Ha!
Before I knew it, there was smoke billowing out of the pot, fuming all through the kitchen and dining room. Seriously, it was like a bleeding bushfire without the bush. Bloody hell. Mum had told me to wait till the oil was “bubbling” – which I thought was a bit weird but I decided to trust her on it (she’s the brilliant cook). Then, when I called her for the millionth time that afternoon, she told me that there only needed to be “a little smoke” coming from the oil in order for it to be ready. Geez, thanks Mum. I could’ve set fire to the house, but okay, no problem!
Anyway, chucked out the burnt tofu, had a good laugh at it and fought the urge to hurl it at one of the noisy neighbours. Cooled down the oil and got down to business. Within half an hour, it was all done and I was feeling more relieved than proud of my (overall) success. Fried some eggs, fixed up the duck and cooked the rice. All done and I just had to take a picture of the tofu – to prove I’d done it.
After that rather… amusing debacle, I’ve vowed to never consume another piece of tofu. Ever.
Anyway, spent the rest of the day working on my fanfiction (as mentioned), before crashing into bed at around one in the morning (nothing new there). However, to my own surprise, I woke up at 6:20AM. When I didn’t need to. On a Tuesday morning. On the summer holidays. I am so proud!
As for breakfast… well, I’ve decided to stick to the complete opposite of tofu (easy to prepare and very unhealthy): Pizza.
Ah, the Italians are wonders.
If I wasn’t Chinese, I would like to be Italian, just for the food. Or Japanese… they seem to have mastered every other type of cuisine as well as their own. Honestly, the pasta I had in Japan was perhaps the best I’ve ever tasted. Then again, I haven’t yet been to Italy. When I do, I’ll be sure to update!
In other news: am rather amused at the Prince William stuff going on (a man got arrested for “attacking” the Prince with a sausage and piece of bread?); waiting to see darling Roger on the court at the Australian Open; feel like watching The Lord of the Rings; am really sick of The Biggest Loser and So You Think You Can Dance Australia 2010 promos (we get it, it’s coming on TV!); and wish that they would hurry up and play The Golden Globes on normal television – it really sucks not having Foxtel sometimes. Oh well.
Well, that’s it for now. Until the next time I blow up a kitchen…
CZQC.
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