September 23, 2012

One of those conversations...

Emman and I were preparing dinner together on a rather warm Sunday evening.

I wanted to try steaming eggs with minced pork - a personal favourite that I never get bored of (mummy's recipe, of course).

Something must have gone wrong, so I thought, cos the dish didn't seem to be hardening and I could see it's still pretty liquid-ly. So, feeling rather rejected (whatever lor... too bad this time!), I left the kitchen.

few minutes later...

em: Darling, I think the egg is cooking.
me: Are you sure?
em: Ya.
me: What? It's telling you that it's hardening up?
em: Ya, I know.
me: How?
em: I know, cos I'm the... steamed egg whisperer.

Emman gets cuter and more lovable to me recent weeks. I wonder how and why.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 19:25