Eat, Sleep, Snake
The girlfriend spent almost an hour in the kitchen, sending heady aromas to fill my senses. It was a completely vegetarian meal, save the egg tofu, that is currently making my immune system jump hurdles of joy.
Dish numero uno was a Tofu Carrot combination sauteed in oyster sauce and sugar. Sprinkled with spring onions to freshen, it had a smooth oyster texture, with freshness from the herbs. The other was a simple lady's fingers stif-fry of soy sauce and fried garlic, which reminds me of the days when I sat at my mother's dining table.
I love my girlfriend. =)
I wasn't allowed to help much. I was just given spring onions and garlic to chop, and then shooed straight out of the kitchen. Then when she came to serve, her order was 'no, we're not watching a movie, or reading any books. We're staring at each other for company" I know it sounds cliche, but I'm blessed. Thank you God, Thank you Buddha! I'd like to thank every god out there for bringing me the most wonderful girl in the world.
We talked the food away, chatting about tomorrow and the past.
Which brings me to the highlight! I'm going to start a running series of Old Wives Tales, featuring the wierdest, the commonest, the most ludicrous stories told to children, usually to make them eat their food. =)
A long long time ago, a little girl named Gillian was eating her grandmother's famous bittergourd dish. But to Gill, it wasn't famous, nor was it delicious. It was as common as every night's dinner, and bitter as poop.
Soon, Gill tired of this meal, bitter as it was. Her head would droop over her food, nodding with sleep. Her teeth chewed slowly, bored and dulled. Her neck began to get longer and longer, as sleepy nods invaded her brain.
Before long, her nodding habits worsened. She began to lay down on the ground, exhausted from the bittergourd exertion. Her mouth slowly chewing, her throat lazily sliding. Her eyes began to close, her body stretch.
Sometimes as she lay there, the food would rush down her throat whole! She found she could no longer control her throat muscles! Well, to Gill this was no loss, as it meant less time with the gourd, bitter as it was.
One day, Gill lay down again. But this time, as her eyes closed, her neck lenghtened, her body stretched, and her throat slid, she fell asleep.
And when she woke up, she was a snake! For lo and behold, one cannot eat, and sleep, and stretch, and let one's throat slide.
For then a snake you will be, till the day you die (or the day you find a good witch).
The End!
Dish numero uno was a Tofu Carrot combination sauteed in oyster sauce and sugar. Sprinkled with spring onions to freshen, it had a smooth oyster texture, with freshness from the herbs. The other was a simple lady's fingers stif-fry of soy sauce and fried garlic, which reminds me of the days when I sat at my mother's dining table.
I love my girlfriend. =)
I wasn't allowed to help much. I was just given spring onions and garlic to chop, and then shooed straight out of the kitchen. Then when she came to serve, her order was 'no, we're not watching a movie, or reading any books. We're staring at each other for company" I know it sounds cliche, but I'm blessed. Thank you God, Thank you Buddha! I'd like to thank every god out there for bringing me the most wonderful girl in the world.
We talked the food away, chatting about tomorrow and the past.
Which brings me to the highlight! I'm going to start a running series of Old Wives Tales, featuring the wierdest, the commonest, the most ludicrous stories told to children, usually to make them eat their food. =)
Eat, Sleep, Snake
A long long time ago, a little girl named Gillian was eating her grandmother's famous bittergourd dish. But to Gill, it wasn't famous, nor was it delicious. It was as common as every night's dinner, and bitter as poop.
Soon, Gill tired of this meal, bitter as it was. Her head would droop over her food, nodding with sleep. Her teeth chewed slowly, bored and dulled. Her neck began to get longer and longer, as sleepy nods invaded her brain.
Before long, her nodding habits worsened. She began to lay down on the ground, exhausted from the bittergourd exertion. Her mouth slowly chewing, her throat lazily sliding. Her eyes began to close, her body stretch.
Sometimes as she lay there, the food would rush down her throat whole! She found she could no longer control her throat muscles! Well, to Gill this was no loss, as it meant less time with the gourd, bitter as it was.
One day, Gill lay down again. But this time, as her eyes closed, her neck lenghtened, her body stretched, and her throat slid, she fell asleep.
And when she woke up, she was a snake! For lo and behold, one cannot eat, and sleep, and stretch, and let one's throat slide.
For then a snake you will be, till the day you die (or the day you find a good witch).
The End!
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