From the start, I should have called this blog The Chef/Cyclist and The Chemist. Oh well.
Yesterday, the Chef came home with a sore wrist, limbs with scratches from the bushes, a bruise on his forehead from the helmet's impact when... dan dan dan! he crashed on a tree.
Oops.
Of course I had to show some sympathy; so after realising he made it home in one piece, my first concerned-sounding question was, "Is the bike okay?" And calmly, he replied that, yeah, nothing happened to the bike. Thank God.
This is a treat for all ya coffee addicts out there. Someone sent me this in the mail and thought it would be nice to share the fun.Drop the coin in the coffee machine, and click on wherever the hand prompt points. Enjoy every sip! :)
For some reason, the chef was craving for pakbet tonight. That was the veggie side dish last night, and again he's 'requesting' it to be in tonight's menu. I was bound to think he felt sorry for me for not knowing much about cooking vegetables, that he'd ask for a rewind. But really, this was genuine craving.
I said it was done. He took a peek in the pan, sprinkled some spice (that originally shouldn't be there!), covered it again, and "let it sit for a while."
I said it was done. "Letting it sit would mash the pumpkin and make the string beans soggy."
"Exactly. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?"
Grrrr.
