see, just as i was thinking that i had an interesting enough weekend for you gossip seekers out there, it just does not come when i start typing this. like, the words fall on one another and i have this giant snowball to just like plonk right in front of you and say, hey, sort this out ya. because i don’t know where to start and i don’t know how to end.
so i am trying to do more new things day by day. like, i started cooking, right. and i don’t think i am all that bad either. only thing is, i come from a family of five and now to cook for just one, or two for me and J, well, it just comes out to be banyak. i mean, it is just such a waste to minyak and gas to just cook sikit, so i will cook like a lot, and have leftovers that go on for days and days.
another thing is i am experimental. and i blame this on travels. i have gone so many places and seen so many versions of the same thing, and tasted what i liked and what i didn’t, that … okay … you can cue the snowball now because there is just so many reasons for this and i don’t to go through them. i frankly don’t think i need to. you get my drift.
yesterday, mom and J compared notes to list all the things i don’t eat. you see, i am not much of a foodie. at all. i am the sort that if i find something that i like, i can just eat that for days and days. like, if i find a place that has nice assam pedas, i can eat that over and over again for weeks. i really am very easily satisfied like that. and people ask me how can i not get muak, well, i don’t know either.
and another thing is, there is a long list of things i don’t eat. for absolutely no good reason at all. and the thing is, i am perfectly and i do mean really really happily okay with it. with not eating these stuff. stuff like eggs sunny side up. half boiled eggs. hard boiled eggs. four angled beans. lady’s fingers. brinjals. bittergourds. durian. mangosteen. crab. mutton. most fish. sotong.
i know, that is a classic. everyone asks me how can i not eat deep fried sotong. and i don’t know. i just don’t. and people will go on to say what a waste that i don’t eat but wei people, it is me that’s missing out and i am okay with it. no, i mean really really okay with it. tak rasa sedih pun. tak rasa sayang pun. you go ahead an enjoy the sotong and don’t feel bad that i’m just watching.
the most ironic thing about this whole story is that i am this traveller right, and every travelogue has every other post dedicated to the things people eat when they go to different places. i must be one of the few, if not the only, anti-foodie out there. like, i would rather save my money and see more stuff, than to try out local fear factor delicacies. phobia kot. that stomach upset episode when i was in myanmar is not something one easily forgets.