i reckon i'm meant to put on a heck load of weight, be chubby and really happy, like the cook in gilmore girls.

before i came here, i saw no reason to cook (grandma makes ridiculously scrumptious food, and my maid is really good at cooking too). So i came here, banged around in the kitchen uselessly and my best meal was korean instant noodles made in the microwave. Since coming, I've burned food, completely charred a pot beyond recognition, spilt lots of sauces on the stove, and so on, but over the past few months, especially since picking up skill from Hans, I think i've definitely improved on my cooking (although there is still heaps more to learn to cook.)

I'm really pleased with myself, and as of late, I've found that cooking actually makes me feel accomplished and happy. When I feel bored, down or grouchy, I make something. The only problem is that every cook has to test her food and that's where everything goes downhill. HAHAHAHAHHAA. I'm thinking of cookie dough ice cream but that would be uberrr fattening.

The other day I made biscotti and now I'm trying to get people to finish it so I can make coffee biscotti, and tonight hans and i made cereal bars which is yuuumm.

I should seriously stop thinking about food. It gets me nowhere except to the kitchen. This is what happens when you leave sg, nowhere to satisfy insatiable cravings, and all you end up doing is constantly thinking about food.

i miss indian food at the super oily zamzam, peranakan food at hotel negara i think, super good chicken rice from wherever, nice nice roti prata with super curry, chwee kueh, tao hway, chai tao kuay, chicken hor fun i should just shut up now. i have been reduced into a useless salivating idiot