My like for cooking

I like cooking since I’m young. If you’re a Malaysian student, attended government secondary school, you should have took a subject called “Living Skills”, and there was a chapter about recipe of egg sandwich. That is my first recipe to work on. Having said that I was forbidden to go into the kitchen as it is my grandma’s territory.

My real cooking experience started in The Netherlands, when I was studying at Utrecht University. Scholarship is limited and the best way to survive is to cook by yourself. One day I saw my Dutch neighbour cooking his spaghetti bolognese (actually it’s tagliatelle, back then I can’t even differentiate spaghetti & tagliatelle). He bought a packet of tagliatelle (usually he eats 4), a jar of tomato sauce, a small can of concentrated tomato, minced beef and a plant for his dinner. A PLANT? That’s what I thought. It’s basil, to enhance the tomato basil sauce.

Then I started exploring. Flourless, gluten free chocolate cake for my Finnish friend, Chinese fried rice & Coca-cola chicken wings for student exchange party, and some simple, survivable cooked food. Jamie Oliver’s webstie was my good friend, and still it is.

To take it to the next level, I started my job in Kuala Lumpur. Having a kitchen in a shared house, I declare it my territory as no one cooks or even interested to do something in the kitchen. No fancy tools. Just some kitchenware, a stove and that’s all. Later my friend gave me a 20L oven (which I’m still using), then a 10 years old mixer from my grandma.

To take my cooking to the another level, it’s my diet. I went on a low-carb diet to loose weight. Yes, I did! I lost 5kg in 2 months time! And I feel healthier by cutting bad carbs, balanced my diet with good carbs, and eating real food.

And these are the recipes and shopping guideline you’ll find here.

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明天

刚刚看到了一段话。

也许,可以和家人顶嘴、斗气,

和朋友一起外出,喝一杯很难喝的饮料,看了一套看不懂的戏,

都是一种福气。

也许,烦恼明天的日子会怎样,

明天要吃什么,

穿什么,都是一种幸运。

最重要的是:我们还有这个机会,还有明天。

很多人想要有这些机会,可是并不是每个人都得到。

珍惜当下,爱惜你身边的一切。

笑容

我的笑容,你在哪儿?
我的酒窝,你在哪儿?
咪咪的眼,弯弯嘴角,你在哪儿?
那圆圆的两托肉,你们又在哪儿?

我笑不出来,不能…
已经没有理由让我去笑了…
心情灰灰的,眼睛想下雨…

我把事情简单化了。
祈求太高太多,只会换来更大的失望和痛苦。

我不要去想这件事,可是她在不知情之下一直在谈这件事…
我需要一打周星驰的笑片,和一件防弹衣。

金宝的味道

搭着槟城的巴士,到了怡保车站转车回金宝。

眼看只有那残旧的风车(没有冷气,开窗的巴士),可是为了可以快点到家,我就上了。

虽然巴士的窗开着,可是炎热的天气,阳光照射到巴士里,使到巴士内的空气闷热,就像坐在一个流动的烤箱里。就算坐在没有被太阳直射的座位,可是你还是会感受到那令人不舒服的气温,皮肤有点疼痛。

坐了35分钟的车程,终于到了务边再南下一点的地方。突然间我感觉到巴士里的温度有稍微降低了。大路旁两排高大的树把阳光档住了。不热之余,还吹来了一丝微风。

这就是乡下地方了。有浓密的草林,高大的树木,水果季节时候,路旁还摆满了摊子卖水果,这些情境在大城市看不到。那里只有高楼大厦,闷热的空气和烦人的交通。

这些乡下自然清凉的空气,有多少人会欣赏?

我喜欢这感觉,我喜欢嗅金宝的空气。

金宝,我永远的家。

回忆

回忆,醒来时那冷到不想动,只想躲在被里的那7个早上。

回忆,那些丰富的南方早餐,馒头,白粥,水果…

回忆,和他们一起的时光。

可是,这8天回忆,造就了现在的另外一些回忆。8天的时间,发生了太多东西。

回忆,每个早上起来不用折被单,洗衣服,刷地的日子。

回忆,不用下太多厨房的日子。

回忆,不用扫地的日子。

最可怜的是婆婆,活在回忆她的日子中,为什么那么相信她,为什么那么从容她。