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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick III

February 12, 2010 by Enida

Edrick hasn’t been eating well. I blame it on the flu and the coughing. At every meal time he would be asking, “Mom what does lunch/supper taste like?” to mean, “Mom, what’s for lunch/supper?” And almost every time he would refuse what he is offered saying, “I don’t think I like how that tastes, Mom.”

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I am not offended. A little annoyed, yes, but not offended. And all I have to do is to keep on pushing until he has that first bite. Then, he would sail through a plate of anything with a silence that is more silent than what a lamb can make.

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Today, though, he needed a little extra nudge, that little coax and that little MST = Mommy’s Sweet Talk.

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Edrick: Mommy, if I finish the macaroni, I’ll be tall like Daddy?

Mommy: Oh goodness! I can see you growing an inch already, Monch! If you finish it I think you will be taller than Daddy!

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I know in this Johnsons’ Residence I am not a picture of tall. Forget taller. So Daddy settles as the benchmark for now. Not for long. For now.

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Edrick: Mommy, when I am taller than Daddy, I’m gonna drive my own car and have my own GPS!

Mommy: Boy oh boy! Just make sure you save the ‘Home’ location on your GPS okay?

Edrick: Okay!

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Edrick actually has been talking about getting his driver’s license for the past few months. I have not blogged about it for the fear of letting go. This boy is going to go high and far, I tell you. I can see it already.

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Mommy: *sighs*

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Silent L Salmon

February 11, 2010 by Enida

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I didn’t feel like cooking today. Cooking = pots, pans, spatulas, oil splattering all over the stove, mountains of dishes to climb in the end. So, it was time to bake the salmon. Some salt, pepper, parsley, lemon squeeze, and olive oil later, I hid it in the oven for 20 minutes at 190°C.

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I cut up some carrots and dump them into the pot of rice (rice cooker).

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Slathered the salmon with cream and dill gravy (in a sachet).

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Steamed some broccoli and cauliflower in the rice-cooker steamer.
So while the rice was cooking, these whites and greens were steaming.
All in one pot, all at once.

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And voila! The whole plate of Baked Salmon, Steamed Broccoli & Cauliflower and Chunky Carrot Rice dinner.

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I sent this picture to hubby who was still at work when I was feeding the kids. He cried.

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Two orders of Salmon dinner for me Monchies, siap!

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Postlude:

I did not use the stove at all. The cream and dill gravy only required boiling hot water to mix. I told you I didn’t feel like cooking. Both the cooker and the cook got their break tonight. Yay!

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NGCBBQGSKNDKCDT

February 10, 2010 by Enida

I made a mistake the other day. Hmmm… not just the other day. I actually probably make mistake every other day, if not everyday. The leftover Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs I made for the weekend supper was not something I should have converted into soup or curry. But that was the mistake.

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Well, actually I made two mistakes (plus plus ++). I turned the ribs into a soup. And then I turned the soup into a curry! Since it didn’t taste quite right as a soup – crushed cayenne pepper that would not break down even after boiling the ribs for many hours, the soy and teriyaki caremel flavor and the sweetness of Muscavado sugar – it was a recipe for disaster!

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So I cut up some vegetables (cauliflower, carrot, celery and babycorn), saute them with some shallots, garlic, ginger, curry paste as well as curry leaves. And then I poured in the ‘soup’, adding some coconut milk. Voila! Got me some Watered-down-double-boiled-Chinese-BBQ-Style-Ribs-soup-transformed-into-Vegetable-Curry kind of curry!

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I even served the WDDBCBBQSRSTIVC Curry with the Onion Paratha for supper one evening!

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The next day, I thought… ishhh, cannot lah. The curry tasted not too bad, hubby liked it, but it just didn’t sit right on my Chinmaladian tongue. You can marry a Chinese to an Indian, but you can’t force them to eat Malay food morning, noon and night. It is a recipe for disaster-er!

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So I further transformed the curry that was a soup before it became a curry, that was broiled ribs before they became a soup, into Curry Rice. That’s right! I poured the curry into my rice cooker and added three cups of Basmati rice to it! That was when things went from wrong to wronger!

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I have never been good, nor have I been lucky, with Basmati rice. I either undercook it or turn it into Basmati Porridge! And this time around, I was an underachiever who almost went under-the-table for undercooking the Basmati. What an underdog!

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I tried leaving the Curry Rice on the slow-cooking mode for 2 hours hoping that it would steam away and cook thoroughly in the process. Nope! I obviously underestimated the Basmati Rice’s capacity of turning my cooking from disastrous to dinosastrous!

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And so it was… just like I said it would have been. I was not going to throw out Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice just because I am not a good cooker! I am a cooker with four burners, if you don’t mind me bragging! So the Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice was then finally made into Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice Fried Rice with Chinese cabbage and eggs.

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Or officially known as Nasi Goreng China BBQ-Gaya Sup Kari Nasi dengan Kobis Cina dan Telur (NGCBBQGSKNDKCDT). How’s that for a krazy lazy lady like me?

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Macarena Macaroni

February 10, 2010 by Enida

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I recycled our steak dinner leftovers from Sunday:

  • barbecued steak meat
  • corn and peas
  • potatoes
  • gravy

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Added-ins:

  • 2 cups of macaroni (boiled)
  • 2 slices of bread (diced)
  • 1 can cream of mushroom soup
  • 1 onion
  • cheddar, gouda & mozzarella (or whatever you have)
  • oregano & parsley
  • olive oil.
  1. In olive oil, sauté onion, meat, potato, corn, peas, diced bread, oregano, parsley and macaroni.
  2. Pour sautéed mix into a casserole dish, add in cream of mushroom soup, gravy and cheeses.
  3. Bake at 325°F or 180°C for 25 minutes.

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Buon appetito!

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Postlude:

But really, you can throw in whatever leftovers you have with the macaroni. The must-haves are only cream of mushroom soup and cheese.

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Jari-Jariku

February 9, 2010 by Enida

Jari telunjuk tangan kanan saya pecah-pecah akibat kekeringan. Semuanya akibat cuci pinggan malas pakai sarung tangan, krim pelembap malas nak dioles. Jari telunjuk tangan kiri pulak sakit-sakit di sendi hujungnya akibat athritis yang telah mula menular di tubuh saya. Nampaknya kegiatan mengerak rembesan terpaksa dikurangkan dengan kadar drastik lagi darurat.

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Sekian laporan khas dari Bukit Aman Pokrovsky.
Sila rujuk istilah Mengerak Rembesan nun di sinun.

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Work Men Out

February 9, 2010 by Enida

Choose one that describes you the best.

Assuming you are a woman, when your husband/boyfriend/fiance suddenly starts exercising, you:

  1. feel motivated and join him
  2. think he is having an affair
  3. are glad that he is taking care of his health
  4. laugh at him
  5. are convinced that it is a one-off activity
  6. tease him cruelly until he stops
  7. are depressed
  8. cook something really sinful to make him put back the calories
  9. know he is just being sarcastic
  10. take pictures and blog about him exercising like the whole world cares
  11. start dieting
  12. ignore him
  13. divorce/dump him
  14. force him to write a will, naming you as a sole executor and irreversible beneficiary
  15. call his doctor to investigate what is going on
  16. call his doctor to see if you can start an affair with the doctor
  17. start eating more than usual
  18. get two gym memberships so you can tag along
  19. start singing, “This little piggy went to gym, this little piggy went exercising, this little piggy went so thin oready.”
  20. die of shock.

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Man Exercise

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My choice is number 10.

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Mondayne

February 8, 2010 by Enida

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For a sunny mundane day that today was… I was brought back to a book that chose me on that Monday that felt like a Sunday in June. Just last year. And so it is… on a mundane Monday like today, I look forward to all the mundanity of Mondays if it brings me back to all the books that have chosen me.

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Tippytold

February 8, 2010 by Enida

I am not an avid recycler. Nor am I an avid bicycler (I imagine bicycling in winter would very much be like a lari setempat kind of activity). But whenever the kids’ schools call for contribution in terms of recyclable materials, I get motivated and never miss the opportunity to dump donate. And oh I clean them til they shine, those containers. The last thing I want is my kids coming home from school smelling like sour milk or rotten eggs.

 

I do, however, re-utilize glass jars. Those tight-lidded peach jars that almost caused me neck and wrist injuries are great for non-returnable tapau containers for Emy (I savoy dinner for her every Tuesday and Friday). Back to recyclable containers; the very first thing I do is to get rid of the labels and price stickers. On glass, they are pretty easy to remove. A knife will do. But on plastic… oii! I have come close to some neck and wrist injuries menyental and menggentel, trying to get rid of them stickers, I tell you. I really have!

 

But I just learned that the solution is all in my kitchen. Instead of using alcohol/spirit to neutralize the adhesive, I discovered – actually 5 years ago – that cooking oil is the best. If it works on getah nangka, it works on any glue. Trust me! So for these rice milk plastic bottles, I tried using cooking oil last week. But it proved to be a new challenge as the glue was quite stubborn. So I thought maybe some finer agent would help. I spread some flour (in my case the potato starch was the easiest to reach). Guess what? It worked!

 

 

There might be others who have discovered this (I have not Googled), but I just did. Before I forget, this post might serve as a reminder for myself. Later.

 

“… Recycle, that’s what you do.
Recycle, tell your mother too.
Recycle, state your case.
Don’t let it go to waste…”

 

 

 

 

 

Glossary for Neil:

tapau [slang in Malaysia]= pack for takeaway

savoy [Russian] = pack for takeaway

getah nangka = jackfruit sap

menyental = scrubbing

menggentel = rolling (but very much irrelevant in this post)

 

 

A postnote to Cik Nan:

It has been a while since we talked about ‘Acara Bergentel’ kan Cik Nan?

 

 

 

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Meneka Dalam Kemerahsamaran

February 6, 2010 by Enida

Marilyn: Enida, you are really glowing these days! Are you sure you don’t have good news for us?

Enida: Huhhh?

Lirang: Yes, you are. We are wondering!

Marilyn: Is there anybody new coming in less than 9 months? An addition or something?

Enida: Huhhh?

 

I say ‘Huh?’ a lot these days, don’t I? That was all I could say at first to Marilyn and Lirang the other day when I picked the ladies up at McDonald’s Tushinskaya on the way to Crocus City Mall. They got me blushing pink, as pink as my pink denim JURANG shirt. I don’t blush very often. I don’t wear pink very often either. So I came up with a blushing pink statement like…

 

“Oh it must be my pink shirt.”

 

Marilyn went on with the good news she received just the night before, that she’s going to be Mama Mary again to another grandchild, as she kept on teasing me with the glowing in the dark comment. With a serious smile on my face trying very hard to convince the ladies, I said…

 

“I’m done baking, people! Kitchen is closed.”

 

I am making some muffins tomorrow, though.
Seriously literally.

 

 

 

 

 

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Siri Bercakap Dengan Edrick II

February 5, 2010 by Enida

Thursday morning. No school for Edrick. It was shower time before going out to Crocus City Mall with the ladies, Aunty Lirang and Aunty Marilyn. When shower was done, I lifted Edrick up and out of the tub (the kids’ bathroom only has the shower-in-tub type of shower).

 

Edrick: Mom, don’t put me in the rubbish!

Mommy: I’m not going to put you in the rubbish!

 

The rubbish bin was right next to the tub, but I was not even lifting my son over where the bin was. In fact, I did it over the opposite direction.

 

Mommy: What made you think I was going to put you in the rubbish? You’re not garbage!

Edrick: No, I’m not! Just don’t put me in the rubbish, ok?!

Mommy: I won’t! *frowns the “Huh?” frown*

Edrick: Promise!

Mommy: Okay, okay! I promise! *looks very comically confused as her jaw drops to the bathroom floor*

Edrick: And promise you won’t get angry ever again!

Mommy: *takes 2.33 seconds to gear up into full speed and with her brain still going at 23,000rps… explodes into the loudest laughter, louder than what all kememel les mim burse’s put together can ever make*

Edrick: Mommy! I.t.’s. n.o.t f.u.n.n.y!

Mommy: *is not able to control her after-explosion chuckles, realizes that she is being tricked into making an extremely challenging promise*

Edrick: Mommmmy! You’re not listening to me!

Mommy: Muahahaha! Ahah, aahaahhhaah! I can’t promise you that I won’t get angry ever again. Muahahaha! Ahah, aahaahhhaah! But I can promise I will never… ever put you in the rubbish! Ever!

Edrick: Thaaatzzz promising!

Mommy: *watches her jaw drop to the floor again, neither able to comprehend where all the sudden lightning strikes from, nor able to pick up her jaw*

 

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