Let me go wild, big hands I know you're the one...
I'm well aware of the fact that I have an appetite which makes some people... well somewhat nauseous at the amount of foodstuffs which disappears down my gullet. One of the nicknames which I picked up as a child was "vacuum cleaner", and not in a sexual manner. Nonetheless it wasn't one which I was proud of despite of my gastronomical abilities.
A number of stories which have stuck in my mind over my near quarter-century of time spent on this planet: During the 21st celebration of my cousin Kheng-Sing who was living with my parents & I at the time, I ate alot. Given that this was being held at my parent's restraurant, and they were doing all the catering for the party, there was an abundance of food. But even then, a little thirteen year old could consume enough food to slightly impress and scare some of the guests there. Including his rather large friend George. Also known as George the friendly giant he was so large. we had a little competition of eating these little mushroom hors d'oeuvre's. Man those were good. Nonetheless, I lost out due to being significantly smaller than this man. Still was alot of fun.
More recently, durning one of the dinners of Manifest where Avi would take various artists who contributed to OzTaku to dinner, usually around Chinatown. I think this was probably back in '05. Anyway, I'd polished off the noodles and dumplings which I'd already ordered. Then after eyeing the remainders of Shea's meal (and getting my chopsticks knocked away while attempting to do the vulture maneuver) I tapped the shoulder of some Brisbane artist sitting next to me, querying if he had finished with his plate of noodles. He interpreted it as whether or not I could try it out. So whilst he was still chatting with the people sitting next to him, I lifted up his plate and prepared to move the noodles onto mine. I think it was probably the wide-eyed looks on the people he was talking with which gave it away, to which he promptly denounced my attempts. ^_^; Oh well. I ended up having just a small taste of the noodles, then promptly ended up ordering a plate of it for myself.
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Then polishing it off, and the pork & rice dish some girl across from me was chomping down on.
Oh at there was that time in New York where Fuu & Amiad took me to that rather good chinese restraurant. And of course out-ate everybody there. ^_^; To the point where we were pretty much the last people to leave the establishment due to the sheer amounto f food I was eating. I think Fuu still tells stories of my eating habits to other people around.
Nonetheless, whenever my father comes back, he does bring back his delightful and varied cooking skills. It's not to say that when he comes over, he's the only one who does the cooking. I think sis has put her hand to a stew to show off, and I've done my fair shre of dinners & breakfast meals as well. He just does the clear majority of them. It's also because he's so goddamn good at it too. I would usually gorge myself upon his masterpieces. It's not merely a case of raw foodstuffs enter the kitchen and dishes which dazzle me come out. I often spend time in the kitchen when he cooks, just watching what he does, often chatting about philosophy, current world events, and more often Bhuddism. When I was much younger, I couldn't really follow these sorts of conversations he was having with my elder cousins, but would perch myself up on a high stool and watch.
So it is with some trepidation and surprise that I find myself not eating nearly as much as I would do so. To give some example, what would be the typical dinner would be four to five large plates of various dishes, and then plates of rice placed before each individual eating. Take the average dinner plate of about 11 inches diameter, and I'd heap a good half to two thirds of the plate with rice. About four scoops of rice from our rice cooker. After a month of such good eating, I'm finding myself slowing down to maybe only two scoops of rice (about one third of the same dinner plate).
Am I getting old? tired perhaps? Well, certainly not tired of my father's cooking. that just doesn't seem possible. Mayhap it is a sign of some sort of maturity that I no longer need to gorge myselef wherever I may go. Recently when going out with Shea in the mornings for that wonderful Yum cha cure ( works wonders on hangovers. Really, it does)
Ah well, I guess changes will happen. And perhaps the next time I go to New York, I won't be able to fulfill the legends that Fuu has raised about me. On the other hand, the amount of money I'll be spending on food will hopefully decrease. It's no joke when I can reliably inform people that around half my paycheck goes towards food.
Well that's all for now. I'm off to visit mum at the nursing home. Then probably see Dad off to the airport afterwards.
Toodles.
A number of stories which have stuck in my mind over my near quarter-century of time spent on this planet: During the 21st celebration of my cousin Kheng-Sing who was living with my parents & I at the time, I ate alot. Given that this was being held at my parent's restraurant, and they were doing all the catering for the party, there was an abundance of food. But even then, a little thirteen year old could consume enough food to slightly impress and scare some of the guests there. Including his rather large friend George. Also known as George the friendly giant he was so large. we had a little competition of eating these little mushroom hors d'oeuvre's. Man those were good. Nonetheless, I lost out due to being significantly smaller than this man. Still was alot of fun.
More recently, durning one of the dinners of Manifest where Avi would take various artists who contributed to OzTaku to dinner, usually around Chinatown. I think this was probably back in '05. Anyway, I'd polished off the noodles and dumplings which I'd already ordered. Then after eyeing the remainders of Shea's meal (and getting my chopsticks knocked away while attempting to do the vulture maneuver) I tapped the shoulder of some Brisbane artist sitting next to me, querying if he had finished with his plate of noodles. He interpreted it as whether or not I could try it out. So whilst he was still chatting with the people sitting next to him, I lifted up his plate and prepared to move the noodles onto mine. I think it was probably the wide-eyed looks on the people he was talking with which gave it away, to which he promptly denounced my attempts. ^_^; Oh well. I ended up having just a small taste of the noodles, then promptly ended up ordering a plate of it for myself.
...
Then polishing it off, and the pork & rice dish some girl across from me was chomping down on.
Oh at there was that time in New York where Fuu & Amiad took me to that rather good chinese restraurant. And of course out-ate everybody there. ^_^; To the point where we were pretty much the last people to leave the establishment due to the sheer amounto f food I was eating. I think Fuu still tells stories of my eating habits to other people around.
Nonetheless, whenever my father comes back, he does bring back his delightful and varied cooking skills. It's not to say that when he comes over, he's the only one who does the cooking. I think sis has put her hand to a stew to show off, and I've done my fair shre of dinners & breakfast meals as well. He just does the clear majority of them. It's also because he's so goddamn good at it too. I would usually gorge myself upon his masterpieces. It's not merely a case of raw foodstuffs enter the kitchen and dishes which dazzle me come out. I often spend time in the kitchen when he cooks, just watching what he does, often chatting about philosophy, current world events, and more often Bhuddism. When I was much younger, I couldn't really follow these sorts of conversations he was having with my elder cousins, but would perch myself up on a high stool and watch.
So it is with some trepidation and surprise that I find myself not eating nearly as much as I would do so. To give some example, what would be the typical dinner would be four to five large plates of various dishes, and then plates of rice placed before each individual eating. Take the average dinner plate of about 11 inches diameter, and I'd heap a good half to two thirds of the plate with rice. About four scoops of rice from our rice cooker. After a month of such good eating, I'm finding myself slowing down to maybe only two scoops of rice (about one third of the same dinner plate).
Am I getting old? tired perhaps? Well, certainly not tired of my father's cooking. that just doesn't seem possible. Mayhap it is a sign of some sort of maturity that I no longer need to gorge myselef wherever I may go. Recently when going out with Shea in the mornings for that wonderful Yum cha cure ( works wonders on hangovers. Really, it does)
Ah well, I guess changes will happen. And perhaps the next time I go to New York, I won't be able to fulfill the legends that Fuu has raised about me. On the other hand, the amount of money I'll be spending on food will hopefully decrease. It's no joke when I can reliably inform people that around half my paycheck goes towards food.
Well that's all for now. I'm off to visit mum at the nursing home. Then probably see Dad off to the airport afterwards.
Toodles.