like two weeks back mummy had a date with her former uitm friends. me and D had other plans for lunch. she left and we were still getting ready to go out to i dunnowhere. suddenly she calls me up and tell me, "come here!! we're at the club. you have to meet my friend's husband. uncle ni executive chef baru balik dari switzerland and you really should listen to his stories!!"
huh?
come! come! we're at the club. have lunch here with us. i have a chef friend here.
chef?
yes. you're gonna love his stories
what difference does it make right? i still can't change my job.
sigh. well..of course you can't but...just come la!
well we went. he was there. like anthony bourdain you know? salt and pepper grey hair. funky shirt and jeans. chain smoker. i clung to every word. like i was in awe. i've never known anyone who's a real life chef. i was impressed.
and he was impressed cos i know my guacamole recipes, i know my roux method, i know my capers from my gherkins and all stuff that i thought wasn't that important anyways. and then he invited us over for dinner like at his house. as in he was gonna cook for us. woot woot.
i squealed in delight when later that week mummy confirmed the dinner party.
he served us with piping hot minestrone soup which was super yummy! absolutely yummeh! served with garlic bread and potato croquettes and a superb caeser with walnuts and croûtons. was almost bloated with starters when he presented the mains.
sizzling lamb chops with tomato salsa.
grilled chicken in black pepper sauce.
fillet in white sauce with toasted almonds.
pasta in olive oil.
ive died and gone to food heaven. i had five pieces of lamb chop before slinking down in my chair. buruk betul perangai. D stopped at the salad. rugi je kan? now you know who not take for the buffet deals.
his house was very close to uptown. we left the party cos we had a midnight movie booked to watch vantage point.
as if.
with a belly full of red meat trying hard to break down, watching a movie was not the best option. D told me from the start that he was sleepy and i shushed him and told him to just watch it. by the fourth flashback, my eyelids were super super heavy and put my head on D's shoulder to doze off. there was no way he could see that i was asleep in that position. hopefully. he hates it when i fall asleep in the movies.
then suddenly..
babe! nudge nudge
huh?
babe! babe! nudge
shhh..you're snoring!!!
oops. erm. i wasnt actually sleeping you know. i was er....
sokay. i think i slept way before you did.
conclusion = meat not good for concentration.
actually the day before me and Y and A went to binge at Fridays. We had this piece of what look like a small piece of steak and then i almost went blue trying to finish that so-called small piece. watch jumper after that and i fell asleep. tapi tak snore la.
Anyways, yesterday his wife called mummy. i was right in front of mummy. then mummy passed the phone to me. she asked me whether i was interested in joining his cooking classes. hell, yeah im interested. i asked for the menu first, though. no offense but i don't wanna learn something i already know or mummy has already been to the classes before.
turns out the menu is all new and stuff that really badly want to learn. among them being seafood cocktail. like, wow. this is one class im gonna pass with flying colors. happy clam.
when im good you are all invited for my dinner party okay?
talk about dinner parties. i threw an intimate one yesterday for two of my dear girls. i had a really nice time setting the table in the garden, lighting the candles, folding the napkins. i used the pashmina Mummy got from India as the table cloth. :P Heh.
I cooked them a nice meal (nice okay?) that was pre-approved by them earlier in the week so i had time to shop for stuff. the three of us girls sat for hours through the meal and then they wanted to see my photo album. and then i had to endure another round of watching my wedding video which absolutely makes me cringe. note: have a professional photographer not a professional videographer. unlike photos, video cannot be edited to make your teeth whiter, acne lesser, the people you don't want to be seen disappear from the video, the squeaky voice, the pissed face before the fake smile, yadda yadda yadda.
and the bestest part?
huh?
come! come! we're at the club. have lunch here with us. i have a chef friend here.
chef?
yes. you're gonna love his stories
what difference does it make right? i still can't change my job.
sigh. well..of course you can't but...just come la!
well we went. he was there. like anthony bourdain you know? salt and pepper grey hair. funky shirt and jeans. chain smoker. i clung to every word. like i was in awe. i've never known anyone who's a real life chef. i was impressed.
and he was impressed cos i know my guacamole recipes, i know my roux method, i know my capers from my gherkins and all stuff that i thought wasn't that important anyways. and then he invited us over for dinner like at his house. as in he was gonna cook for us. woot woot.
i squealed in delight when later that week mummy confirmed the dinner party.
he served us with piping hot minestrone soup which was super yummy! absolutely yummeh! served with garlic bread and potato croquettes and a superb caeser with walnuts and croûtons. was almost bloated with starters when he presented the mains.
sizzling lamb chops with tomato salsa.
grilled chicken in black pepper sauce.
fillet in white sauce with toasted almonds.
pasta in olive oil.
ive died and gone to food heaven. i had five pieces of lamb chop before slinking down in my chair. buruk betul perangai. D stopped at the salad. rugi je kan? now you know who not take for the buffet deals.
his house was very close to uptown. we left the party cos we had a midnight movie booked to watch vantage point.
as if.
with a belly full of red meat trying hard to break down, watching a movie was not the best option. D told me from the start that he was sleepy and i shushed him and told him to just watch it. by the fourth flashback, my eyelids were super super heavy and put my head on D's shoulder to doze off. there was no way he could see that i was asleep in that position. hopefully. he hates it when i fall asleep in the movies.
then suddenly..
babe! nudge nudge
huh?
babe! babe! nudge
shhh..you're snoring!!!
oops. erm. i wasnt actually sleeping you know. i was er....
sokay. i think i slept way before you did.
conclusion = meat not good for concentration.
actually the day before me and Y and A went to binge at Fridays. We had this piece of what look like a small piece of steak and then i almost went blue trying to finish that so-called small piece. watch jumper after that and i fell asleep. tapi tak snore la.
Anyways, yesterday his wife called mummy. i was right in front of mummy. then mummy passed the phone to me. she asked me whether i was interested in joining his cooking classes. hell, yeah im interested. i asked for the menu first, though. no offense but i don't wanna learn something i already know or mummy has already been to the classes before.
turns out the menu is all new and stuff that really badly want to learn. among them being seafood cocktail. like, wow. this is one class im gonna pass with flying colors. happy clam.
when im good you are all invited for my dinner party okay?
talk about dinner parties. i threw an intimate one yesterday for two of my dear girls. i had a really nice time setting the table in the garden, lighting the candles, folding the napkins. i used the pashmina Mummy got from India as the table cloth. :P Heh.
I cooked them a nice meal (nice okay?) that was pre-approved by them earlier in the week so i had time to shop for stuff. the three of us girls sat for hours through the meal and then they wanted to see my photo album. and then i had to endure another round of watching my wedding video which absolutely makes me cringe. note: have a professional photographer not a professional videographer. unlike photos, video cannot be edited to make your teeth whiter, acne lesser, the people you don't want to be seen disappear from the video, the squeaky voice, the pissed face before the fake smile, yadda yadda yadda.
and the bestest part?
D did all the cleaning up.
have a good weekend peeps. and remember, dont eat meat before a movie.
