一山不藏二虎，一家只容一个厨师

I just have to pen down what was happening at the kitchen the other day that made me laugh. And I gottta be very honest.

So I don’t like cooking. It has all this while been hubby who does the cooking at home. He is very talented and well-trained that his food is somewhat yummy. Since he has to go to office these two months and it’s very tiring coming home, yet to cook for us. I have been very considerate that I offer myself and make the effort to prepare our dinner, although simple with a condition that none should ever complain. The third day of me cooking, I already started to feel lazy and demotivated, hoping that it could end soon. But I just have to brave on.

There are times I have some cravings over food that has resemblance of my mum's so I will try to cook it the best way I can when I'm in charge of the kitchen. But sometimes people may cross their limits. Like when I was frying bitter-gourd with dried shrimps last week, and out of a sudden another chef came in and added a spoon of flour to make it taste better, which to my mind, has totally spoilt the food. I became sulky the whole night. Hubby thought I had the biggest but unnecessary reaction towards a plate of vegetables. But he failed to realize how a plate of stir-fried bitter-gourd means so much to me. Already I hardly go to the kitchen, yet I wasn't allowed to cook the food that follows my mum's style. So I conclude that there can never be two chefs at the kitchen, either way, one has to bow down, and listen to the master chef.

So glad that I'm not into cooking, hubby can take over the kitchen and be the master chef two months later!!