My culinary skill, or the lack of it

When I was ten, I was reprimanded by my 2nd brother when he found out I couldn't cook my own Maggi Perencah Ayam.

This is what he taught me: 'tak tak' light up the stove with the 'gun', boil water and put in noodles with MSG. With a DUH end note..

That was my first self-cooked meal. 20 odd years later, I have progressed to adding an egg on top of my yummy-licious Maggi.

Forgive my blase attitude towards cooking.

I just dislike chopping onions. Those darn plants make me cry.

And I hate it when Papah gets suspicious with questions like, "Are you sure the fish is cooked?" Hulloh, steaming fish is darn easy, ok? Don't doubt my 'skill'.

I hate it more when he is right. The darn fish is not cooked. Bluek!

But I do try to improve. Especially so when there are pictures of cute bentos displayed everywhere. So I did one for Gooly today..tadddaaa!

What? Circular cucumbers are not IN anymore? And the egg could have been cuter if I made little bunnies and pandas out of it?

But wait...! My Bento comes with a cute Madagascar cover!


Still not cute enough? Look down.. (not at yourself-lah! The picture below!)

See? My set comes with matching tumbler! Cute-nyer....

Ok, I deserve zero points for bento-ism. Might as well tell you, it wasn't even me who bought the cute Tupperware set. To me, Ikea's are good enough.

Now that you know I am not all that brilliant, or supermom-ish, do you still love me? (give me points for honesty, will ya?)

*sharpening kitchen utensils*