"T called, he said, 'We are having a good dinner. Just pop by. So I went. We had roast beef, some salads, and this and that. Then I went home, shower...…"
Ah... That's how living close-by looks like.
I don't really know if my mum loves cooking, but apparently "cooking is part of the culture" for T's wife. And I think of my mum who's always spending lots of time in the kitchen. She can make her own chilli paste. She make curry from fresh ingredient, unlike me, I use packet of sauce. One packet each time.
If you come to my house, there's almost always have food on the dining table. How's that possible? If there isn't. There will be some home cook delicious hearty food soon.
If I want to talk to mum, I go the kitchen to talk to her. There's where she's alone, cutting some meat, slicing some fish, or stir frying or, I don't know, just cooking away.
Or, she will be sewing at her sewing machine. But the machine is too loud, you can't talk to her when she's sewing.
We always have extended family members in the house for celebration. Cultural ones such as Lunar New Year, or birthday of grandma or youngest aunty. Even when the real celebration is a reunion lunch or dinner, people come to our house to assemble, and there's food or snack served.
Does mum like cooking? I don't know. I hope she doesn't hate cooking because she really cooks a lot. Almost all the time.
I would say there's probably less then 10 times in my memory that she's too busy to cook and have to get takeaways for us. The other occasions, are when we return from Grandpa's house, which a minimum-8-hour-drive-without-stopping, then we get takeaways home.
Does mum like cooking? I don't know. She does cook all the time.
My generation though, I have a husband who's more talented and more interested in cooking. I also have two brothers who will happily cook for loved ones, as well as two sisters. Myself. If I can be honest, I often feel tiny bit nervous about how my cooking will turn out. And I have yet found any pleasure in inviting friends to have ONLY my cooking. Why bring so much stress to myself? I ask myself.
I might change and become more like my mum, who spends lots of time cooking. Or, I might just enjoy being a lucky wife who mostly needs to wash dishes and enjoy warm yummy hearty cooking of my husband. And never fail to express my compliment and gratitude like my dad always Always do, in front of us five kids.
Lucky me.
Ah... That's how living close-by looks like.
I don't really know if my mum loves cooking, but apparently "cooking is part of the culture" for T's wife. And I think of my mum who's always spending lots of time in the kitchen. She can make her own chilli paste. She make curry from fresh ingredient, unlike me, I use packet of sauce. One packet each time.
If you come to my house, there's almost always have food on the dining table. How's that possible? If there isn't. There will be some home cook delicious hearty food soon.
If I want to talk to mum, I go the kitchen to talk to her. There's where she's alone, cutting some meat, slicing some fish, or stir frying or, I don't know, just cooking away.
Or, she will be sewing at her sewing machine. But the machine is too loud, you can't talk to her when she's sewing.
We always have extended family members in the house for celebration. Cultural ones such as Lunar New Year, or birthday of grandma or youngest aunty. Even when the real celebration is a reunion lunch or dinner, people come to our house to assemble, and there's food or snack served.
Does mum like cooking? I don't know. I hope she doesn't hate cooking because she really cooks a lot. Almost all the time.
I would say there's probably less then 10 times in my memory that she's too busy to cook and have to get takeaways for us. The other occasions, are when we return from Grandpa's house, which a minimum-8-hour-drive-without-stopping, then we get takeaways home.
Does mum like cooking? I don't know. She does cook all the time.
My generation though, I have a husband who's more talented and more interested in cooking. I also have two brothers who will happily cook for loved ones, as well as two sisters. Myself. If I can be honest, I often feel tiny bit nervous about how my cooking will turn out. And I have yet found any pleasure in inviting friends to have ONLY my cooking. Why bring so much stress to myself? I ask myself.
I might change and become more like my mum, who spends lots of time cooking. Or, I might just enjoy being a lucky wife who mostly needs to wash dishes and enjoy warm yummy hearty cooking of my husband. And never fail to express my compliment and gratitude like my dad always Always do, in front of us five kids.
Lucky me.
