One of my best friends recently moved over to the States and she is a self-proclaimed kitchen noob. Now that she has more time on her hands, she’s starting to spend more time in the kitchen, with my blog to keep her company (I have wonderful friends who put way too much faith in me). Just yesterday she asked me how to cook rice without a rice cooker and not burn it. Her question reminded me of a conversation I once had. Someone told me that he judges how good a cook someone is, by how well that person cooks rice – without a rice cooker. And although I don’t think that’s entirely fair, I do agree he has a good point. But I might be biased because I don’t own a rice cooker and I make perfect rice *wink*
I can be an incredibly cheap person at times. Which is probably why I absolutely love flea markets. It’s like a treasure hunt! Except you don’t know what you’re looking for, so it’s always a pleasant surprise. It was at a flea market that I chanced about a cookbook on Indonesian cuisine. Actually, the seller had the entire collection of the series. I was so very tempted to buy them all, alas, I knew I didn’t have the space to house 10 new cookbooks and I wasn’t particularly in the mood for a lecture on impulse buying from my husband.
A number of years ago, I had a severe allergic reaction. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I broke out in hives, my tongue swelled up and we couldn’t find the entrance to the ER so we went to the children’s ER where I threw up on the floor. I was quite sad to leave the cheerful colourful children’s ER when they moved me to the regular ER. Bye Bye happy monkey, hello depressing fluorescent light. After a series of skin prick tests it was determined that I had developed an allergy to prawns. You might as well kill me! No more prawns?? Ever?? I couldn’t believe it so I didn’t.