On a Saturday

It was nice to walk around in your regular neighbourhood.
It has been a long time since I last shop around my own Central.
Bought quite a number of stuff,mostly for tomorrow's pinic^^.

Began in boiling the potatoes.
Boiled another pot of water to make hard boiled egg.(note*mishap!)
Boiled again to make tea for my mum.
Boiled again to boil the suasages.(Taste no less better than fried ones, infact the same!!I am going to do so for the rest next time.Easier and healtier.)

Initial plan was to cut potatoes into cubes, make it a potatoe-sausage "salad".
Peeled the skin.
Happily wanna chop in cubes only to realised it is too soft for cubes!!
Changed my mind to make it mash and realised it's a lil' hard and dry for mash.

Sob!!
Just as I watched the potatoes looking terribly sorry (while I cont'd mashing it),I asked where are all the culinary genes of my parents. Do I even have them?
I continued mashing, having no idea to cry or laugh.

My lil' bro returned home and I rendered his assistance to mash the other half.
Added in margarine,mayonaise and a lil pepper.
Sweats tickled down(this is real) my forehead and after a holy 30 minutues(no actual timing was made though), the initial pale and chunky mashed US potatoes started to look decent.
A lil' milk would have help better but I did well without it too.

Voila!It's a GOAL!!!~!!!
One score for Mich against the potatoes!!!

-___-" D-uh.


Washed up the bowls and utensils.
Next lined up are the Eggs team. (ok, enough of those soccer frenzy talk)
I was kinda worried that with the potatoes, the eggs would have a nauseating effect on the stomach.
But since I 'boiled' them, I might as well proceed.

Drained the water.
Cracked the eggs.

OMG!!!They are only half boiled.
Not just one but all three.
I quickly dumped them in the bin and cleared the trash.
I first thought that they are not boiled long enough, then I thought the water are not hot enough.
But kuku me only realised I should cook them inthe water itself and not pour boiling water in them and leave it.

Blah!!I actually really forgot that when I wanna boil them and could only remember that that's how mum cooked half boiled eggs for us. And I thought by leaving them for a longer time, they would become fully boiled.
-__-*
(And it's not that I have not made egg mayo before.)


Haha.
I cant even make such a simple dish.
I really have no talent in cooking sia.


On another note...Sometimes I wondered how did my parents actually get together when they have so much in uncommon and basically finds it hard to communicate all along.
I find comfort in the facade that they still talk.
You know, it's hard not to be upset when you dunno whose side to stand. As a middle-man,you know that they just basically stood firmly in their own stands and too obstinate. It is a30 years of knot not easy to undo, if not cut and break free is the next easy way out.

My dad told me that he knew that he would move out and live alone(wherever) when we are all grown up.
Will he really?I like to think not as he is not one to forsake his old companion then.

Sigh.I cant deny that I am still upset but I find it number as days goes.
Just say that I am comforted by the facade that they talk...still.