Cooking Pans Killed the Aspiring Chef
that would be me, aspiring chef.
the maid wanted to cook beehoon today but i already had it yesterday in school and was craving for some fish. i thought i'd pop down to Gardens since it's 2 busstops away/10min bike ride/20mins walk.
the paternal unit said he'd gimme a lift and paid for groceries.
the thai-style salad was okay, and the fresh button mushrooms were good. the fish...was A BLOODY PAIN IN THE FUCKING ARSE TO COOK. put low fire, lots of butter, sliced the fucking fillet in half and cubed them, STILL CANNOT COOK THROUGH.
i was *this* close to throwing the pans about the kitchen. me thinks i should stick to learning my mother's cantonese soups and not attempt complicated shit like this. seriously, it is not easy to cook fish.
and while typing this out, i got so agitated at recalling my frustration with the cubes of salmon that i nearly swallowed my chewing gum.
the maid wanted to cook beehoon today but i already had it yesterday in school and was craving for some fish. i thought i'd pop down to Gardens since it's 2 busstops away/10min bike ride/20mins walk.
the paternal unit said he'd gimme a lift and paid for groceries.
the thai-style salad was okay, and the fresh button mushrooms were good. the fish...was A BLOODY PAIN IN THE FUCKING ARSE TO COOK. put low fire, lots of butter, sliced the fucking fillet in half and cubed them, STILL CANNOT COOK THROUGH.
i was *this* close to throwing the pans about the kitchen. me thinks i should stick to learning my mother's cantonese soups and not attempt complicated shit like this. seriously, it is not easy to cook fish.
and while typing this out, i got so agitated at recalling my frustration with the cubes of salmon that i nearly swallowed my chewing gum.