Decided to cook a little something for Joel's first offical book-out.
Nothing fancy, just his favourite, fried wantons.
A simple dish you say?
Well, i'm quite challenged in the kitchen area.
You see, I'm the useless steamboat eater who only eats, and who pokes the raw meat around that aluminmum foil, pretending to cook.
I'm the younger sibling who served her older sister gorgeously-fried-looking sausages only to have her spit it out and say "how come it's still cold on the inside?"
Luckily, this time, I had my mum show me how to fry
yummy wantons.
All went well, until ...
I had successfully managed to fry a whole batch of money-bag style wantons and I was left with my last creation, the heart-shaped wanton. [ idea credits goes to soph :) ]
It's pretty huge, the size of my palm. I put it in the hot oil and immediately a huge bubble begin to grow bigger and bigger and bigger under the wanton skin. eeeps, thought it was gonna explode.
Hot oil will be splashed on my face and Joel will cease to regconise me.
"ahhh a wan-ton face!" (finish egg when directy translated into english) LOL, ok lame.
Anyhows, when it turned golden brown,
I dropped it whilst trying to place it into the container.
DAMN! the bubble burst.
Picked it up and dropped it again.
F***! It spilt into two.
Breathed in deeply and picked it up and dropped it again.
WHAT THE F***! It looks nothing like a heart.
Sigh, not superstitious or anything, but this isn't a sign...right?
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Had a great time with Joel :)
Met him at army market, shared a cab with his bunk mates.
Had some loving, washed n hung his army clothes.
Walked Ruz, went to the ex-turf club for dinner with his family.
Caught
the island at plaza sing (great movie, by the way) and now the day is over.
Why do I feel its not enough?