Once bitten twice shy

11 days after my extremely spicy steamboat buffet challenge with the Wen sisters after which I had proctalgia during defecation (I shall not translate this into layman’s terms because it’s quite crude, it’s suffice to say that I didn’t feel too good err.. at the bottom part), 9 days after an extremely heavy Kushinbo buffet with Liang where I out-ate him even though he may beg to differ, I had lunch with him and I could skip dinner and supper and still feel full at 3am (but then again I was forced to down a lot of alcohol by Greg at 10pm so maybe that helped), 7 days after a Seoul garden buffet with my JC best buds, founding members of the buffet gang so needless to say, we ate A LOT, in fact I could only sleep at 4am that night and the whole of the next day was spent in dreadful bloatedness, 5 days after a Café Cartel buffet, I found myself at the JP Seoul Garden yet again because Liang had a 1-for-1 birthday voucher. And you know me, never one to refuse a good deal, especially a good buffet deal. (I think I feel fatter already from all that eating.)

Anyway, it was NOT a good deal afterall as the total cost still amounted to about $15 each after all the additional costs. Liang was naturally quite upset (the guy is more cheapo than me) as I paid the bill since it was his birthday.
(Eh actually I’m not sure, I caught him sneaking my wallet out of my bag, dar if you’re reading this, you better own up ah!) So since he was upset I did a lot of goofy things to cheer him up.

I started barbecuing everything in sight. Well actually not quite lar, since I’m never one to let food go to waste, I only barbecue those which I think would taste quite nice. I became quite good at frying garlic and mushrooms which were quite heavenly, even if I say so myself. The right blend of soy sauce and burnt bits stuck to the grill added the extra zing to the taste. I also did my barbecued sotong and onion rings which I had been doing ever since I could remember but because Liang insisted that those barbecued sotongs were what caused my downfall during our last Marina barbecue experience (refer to previous entry ‘My days in hell’) he refused to even give them a second chance. So I sneakily sneaked a piece of sotong onto his plate, camouflaging it as cabbage, and the silly boy actually exclaimed, �eh very delicious leh! What is it?� When I informed him what it was, instead of being horrified, he went to get more sotong to experience the joy of cooking himself.

I always knew he had abit of ‘Yan can cook’ within him. Eons ago when he made dinner for me, he cooked this steamed pork thingy in a deformed heart shape and carrot soup. When I said carrot soup, I really meant that the soup contained only carrots and numerous brown bits floating about the place. I innocently enquired about the identity of these brown bits. He also didn’t know but upon some direct questioning I found out that he didn’t remove the skin of the carrots before cooking them. I realized too late the reason why the last time he cooked for me was eons ago as I watched with fascination when first he tried to fry sotong with garlic and soy sauce, then went on to marinating the sotong with chili and satay sauce. And poor me had to try every single creation. I raised my eyebrows at him when I saw him reach for an egg, waiting to see if he was really silly enough to crack it over the grill. He was, but thank goodness I stopped him in time. He then gave an ‘aha! I’ve got an idea’ face and I watched in fear as he got a bowl and then cracked the egg into it and then coat a piece of sotong with the egg and fry that. And because I had to humour him and also because of my willingness to try all kinds of food, I ate it and it actually tasted rather delicious. He then went on to do his own brand of teppanyaki, using one stalk of leafy vegetables, bean sprouts, egg sotong and a generous dash of black burnt bits. It was pretty good actually, but I also noticed that he didn’t make a set for himself.

Well, it’s the day after now, and other than some loose stools in the morning, I’m still alive and kicking. Or maybe that’s just down to my strong constitution.

Which reminds me, I still have got some of my Europe chocs left in my fridge which I kept forgetting to pass to my friends. Haha I can just picture sm’s disgusted look right now. But when I told my sec gd friend abt them, all she said was sweet stuff shouldn’t spoil so easily. I think the degree of disgust is inversely proportional to how long each group of friends knows me. Come to think of it, they are the only group of friends who cooked in my house without any exclamations or lamentations. I think maybe you need time to get used to my eating ways.