SOUPS UP!

I'm no domestic goddess, nor am I real handy in the kitchen. I can tell the difference between cooking oil and sasame oil, but I have no idea how ikan senangin or ikan yukyuk looks like. Sometimes I call sawi - bayam, and sometimes mistook kunyit hidup as ginger. Most of the time I'm clueless, though not particularly helpless, as I CAN make quite a number of decent meals (spaghetti, sambal ikan bilis, french toast and errm, that's it)

Though I know my shortcomings needed to be dealt with, the inferiority complex manifests itself into sheer laziness, when the truth is, cooking is a challenge and pretty intimidating for a novice like me if you have a helluva experienced cook for a hubby (aka the nekid chef). It really peeves me if whatever culinary attempts would be met by his know-it-all smirk and high-and-mighty attitude. It doesnt help you either, if your MIL cooks like she still has 6 boys to feed, and whatever modest dish I'd manage to whip out in between my busy hours would be redundant or go wasted.

In consequence, throughout my pregnancy the kitchen was a lonely place, and the stove- a cold, unsmoky (translated from tak berasap, hehe) fixure in our household. Only a few weeks ago I was again inspired to bring out the Nigella in me. What could possible be the reason? Why, Nunu of course. Since she was on solids, I was on a pureeing spree. Puree this, puree that, I even tried to puree the poor sawi, but Nunu cleverly stick it back out from her tounge.


some baby spuds, baby carrots and baby corns and a sprinkle of baby love

I also realized that I need to consume certain type of food to increase milk supply. So in my desperation for healthy homecooked food (cant depend on MIL's fish curry forever) , I tried a simple fishball and white union soup, which surprising turned out really well, according to the hubby! So I conclude that if I intent to cook something for my own consumption, I'd cook without fear of being ridiculed. And if I cook without anticipating criticism, the dish would turn out better than expected!

Spurned on by this new motivating factor, I tried this humble soup, and I finally have the confidence to declare - IT TASTED GUDDDDD!



I dont know if I just got lucky, but I hope the lucky streak goes on tonite. I'm making white radish soup for me, and pureed pumpkin for Nunu (thnks Aisyah for the idea)!