passion for cooking

seriously i have none for that before. except that there is really nothing to eat. I still remember one of the memory pieces when i tried to learn to cook. specifically trying to bake the cake by self. I was really young by then. Maybe about 8-9 years old. I never revealed to my parents that i was going to bake a cake as indeed i wanted to surprise them. But what turned out really was a surprise. I remembered secretly picking up the ingredients when doing groceries with them. They hardly took a peek of what things i picked back at that time. And the afternoon after back from school, there is no one at my house and i excitedly grounding the flour with anything that came across the recipe book. I thought it would turn into a nice cake except for the part that i poured the mixture into a PLASTIC bowl. I was a kid. And the book never say what bowl actually i have to use :P. I was kindly excited over my first whatsoever cake that i peeked out the oven almost anytime. Half way of cooking time, what i saw was the blue plastic bowl that i believed was my mom's beloved Tupperware was not in its original shape. It kinda like popping out and melted. Horrified, then till i crossed the idea that plastic can melt by heat, i turned off the oven. Crying over the melted bowl as i was frightened to be scolded i tried my best to hide the melted bowl. I can't throw it away as it was my first cake though it wasn't cook enough. I hid it in the fridge :P as my mom was so hardly kept our fridge in order. But i ate the cake bit by bit. My parents noticed the disappearance of the plastic bowl but i kept denying it. Till a time, my dad found it in the fridge but i still denying it was my deed. But my parents just laughed over me. And sometimes till this moment, whenever i thought of using the oven or mentioning the oven to them, they still make fun of me and my melted-bowl. That was first. My second bad luck with cooking was the night after my parents taking off to Mecca, leaving my bro n me alone. We had to cook. Specifically i was. Because i am a woman. Is that reason still logic in this millenium? Haha. He ordered me fried chickens. But what turned out were really salty over fried chickens that even cats had no gut to eat. But i have a friend, a really good one at cooking. She used to be my sifu through my parents-no-era. I cooked everyday, of course assisted by her till i grew passion for cooking bit by bit. I even can cook fried rice, noodles and mee. I also learnt to cook tomyam, curry and veggie soup. And without assisted by my friend, i finally succeeding making daging kurma that turned out really good. Haha even me was surprised. But after my parents are back, i stopped cooking. I dont know why maybe because my mom used to babble so much about my way of cooking. This is not right, that is false. Till i surrendered. It was also because i started out university life and there was no kitchen in hostel :P. That was my reason.

Back this holiday i tried to cook back after some years of retiring. I tried to cook ayam goreng halia but what turned out was something really ugly, funny and something that stop you feeling hungry just by looking at it. No one ever dare to touch it even myself. I thought i would give up on cooking till i really have to in future (you know the reason why ). But then tonight, an old lady came to my house. She is our neighbor and she asked for a meal. My mom was praying at the time and there was no cooking in my house today. Feeling guilty i started to cook a simple meal though at first i was blabbering to myself as it interrupted me reading comics. But in halfway of cooking, i started to feel that passion once again. And though it just really a simple meal with plain rice, fried chicken and fish + ice tea but seeing someone that thankful for my meal with a smile, enjoying my simple meal, i can feel something beautiful singing in my heart.