Day 14: Look who's cooking?!

14/30:  That part of the wedding vow. Hi! I'm still here in Dublin---alive, kicking and COOKING. So yeah, I'm cooking! I have been learning to since the day I got here. That's part of my quest to domesticate myself for the good of mankind. :) To tickle your senses, allow me to give you some facts:

Fact #1: I'm an unica hija, but my kuyas are the experts in cooking. I'm the expert in eating. 

Fact #2: I hated cooking just as I hated riding the MRT on rush hours (thank God, I'm now an MRT alumni).

Fact #3: Back home, I only cooked once a year, or twice, if my family got lucky enough.

Fact #4: Not that I couldn't cook. I just really wouldn't. Cooking did not excite my artsy senses.

Fact #5: When I was in high school, I got a burn from a hot cooking oil on my right leg (which by the way has an ugly scar I carry up to this day). So I really really despised cooking.

Fact #6:  "I promise I'll learn how to cook for you..." ~ Me in my wedding vow

Why did I ever promise such thing?! Hahaha! It's because I knew I had to force myself, otherwise, I'd never really do it! But I'm learning. These Instagram photos would attest to that:

In case you wonder whether these food taste good or not, I asked hubby to grade my cooking. I married the most honest person in the world. You'll have an idea, pretty much, of what tasted good and what needs improvement. Hahaha! Well, yes, you can laugh too! 

Cooking has been fun. I would give myself a pat on my shoulder for being brave enough to put the cooking oil in the pan and start mixing this and that eventhough cooking confuses me to no end. While it has been fun, I certainly wouldn't trade an office job for a cooking job. So off I go now, time to edit a CV and cook up a good cover letter. 

Your hot chef (says the towel),
Lai :)