When People Go Yummy Yum Yum..

Cooking once in a while is such amazing joy.
Especially when it was for a V-day dinner...for 5...Hahaha...
On the menu were Chicken Cordon Bleu, Dark Chocolate Semifreddo, Baby Potatoes with Herbs and Lemon-Olive-Rosemary Salad.
We cooked up a storm. And a storm it was -- the state of the kitchen at the end of everything, that is.
The quid pro quo was, however, the superlicious palette that tempted our tastebuds. Waaanderful!!! Yummieeee!!!
Fantastic cooks we tout not to be, but we sure know how to source for recipes and follow them to the T. The standard Singaporean behaviour of "just do what you're told" worked out really well this time round. Deference, once in a while, can't be that bad and this turned out to be one of those times. Yay!!
Of course, there were bloopers through and through. We overwhipped the cream (for the chocolate semifreddo). The almonds in oven got burnt (ooops! For the chocolate semifreddo too!). Whisking was a splattering mess.
BUT, well, well. I must say still my ego is greatly boosted by this somewhat successful venture, considerably high standards by amateurish cooks.
However, I did not do it alone, of course. The power of 5. Haha. Or rather the power of 2, but boosted by 3 sidekicks who helped by (just) watching, watching, washing the baby potatoes (which was really hard work!), washing up, cleaning, providing entertainment, enjoying the eating. Hahaha.
Cooking for people is really such great joy. I really think i'm turning into an aspiring cook!

The Jogger's Monologue

8:30 p.m. Ok, i should go for a jog.
Cool air.
(Performs a high jump over gray matter) Why are people burning offerings now?
Better avoid stepping on them. In case i get possessed if i offend the spirits.
Hmmm...knees seems to be cranky again. I can feel it.
Almost 30. Gasp! I'm one-third through my life, suppose i live to 90?
Oh dear, oh dear.
Nice song on 987. Hmmm, don't quite like it afterall.
Sounds too young for my age.
(Tunes to class 95)
Nice. I must be super cao-lao. i like class 95 since sec school.
I can do this. I can jog. I hate jogging but i must jog.
Feels good to jog just so i can eat. A LOT. Still better to exercise and eat a lot than to curb my eating.
Yoga is really helping. I'm not panting at all. At the park now. Really cool air.
Don't look into the dark. Might just see eyes and be possessed. Be brave now. Just act normal.
Hey, isn't she my neighbour? Wait, she's with her GIRLFRIEND. She looks stumped. She's making me feel embarrassed cos i'm really ok with such things.
Wah, this guy jogs really fast. Wah, torso soaked in perspiration. Not too bad a bod but shoulders are not broad enough.
Shall go another round.
Oh, that can't be my neighbour. Looks like a 'he' now. Taller than my neighbour and slimmer.
Wah soaked torso zooming past me again. Quite a sexy sight.
Hmmm, if i blog about this, they're going to think that i'm perverted again. Sigh, what's wrong with looking at bods?
"No matter" playing on radio. "No matter what they tell us.."What? Song's from 1990? And I'm humming happily to it?Sigh. Getting old?
I better check to see nobody's around. Nobody. Ok, i can sing. Don't want to be caught singing out loud with a stranger beside me again.
Hmmm, I should blog about my jog.