Apart from my usual self-tripping, which Hans and Graham take much delight in, I do have other klutzy moments. Let me unabashedly tell you about my latest one.
I came back from church today to find a choice of cooking instant noodles, or porridge. This porridge was nothing more than ikan bilis and rice, but that was a good enough base. I decided on porridge.
First up, dumped in a whole lot of Japanese Chilli Powder. My mom bought a bottle back from Japan, and I've been dumping it into anything that I've been cooking over the fire recently.
Then, the new bottle of Borvil that my dad bought (never tasted the same after they stopped it during the Mad Cow Disease). It's more flavourful than Marmite, which is just... a whole lot of brown salt. Brown liquid salt.
At this point my dad, as predicted, wanted to taste the Borvil in action. When I enquired about the chilli powder, if he could taste it, he said 'Yes. But not nice, spoil the taste.' 'Is that so?' I said.
I promptly added another generous sprinkle, eliciting an unembarrassed WAH from my father.
Now here comes the klutz. I started the fire and put the pot over the stove, then popped open the bottle of sesame oil.
See where this is going? Oh yes it is...
I was using an old milk-stirrer (a longer teaspoon with smaller scoop) and I those two spoonfuls of that measure of sesame oil was sufficient. It was.
Then, while trying the tip the remaining oil that had flowed into the hanging cap, I poured ten more teaspoons of sesame oil out onto my porridge.
I let out a strangled cry, of which one of the words was most definitely kersou, and immediately set the cursed bottle down. I didn't know what to do for awhile, but then it occured to me to tip the pot slightly so that the excess oil would just drip off. I didn't remove as much as I had hoped, because I would have risked further klutzing by tipping half the porridge into the sink. So with a brown layer of oil all over my porridge, I lit the fire and started stirring.
Hell it tasted good.
orchestrated by Renhao at 6:35:00 pm
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