i had to help my mom fry some eggs earlier today. and i hate it. not the eggs, the frying! you're probably thinking i'm such a bimbo who can't even fry eggs, who shrieks upon being asked to cook. well, think whatever you wanna.
i realized i have a fear of being scalded by the boiling hot oil. dammit. it happened to me a few times when i attempted to fry something and the oil went *POP* *POP* *POP-ING* and hit my bare arms (and face) and ended up with a scar which -THANK GOD- eventually faded. i don't have that low a pain threshold. in fact, i used to get really annoyed with those girls who cry wail when they fall and get a barely visible wound. it's not dislike/fear of heat either. i suppose it's the combination of:
[the shock i get when the oil suddenly pops] + [ the painful sensation once the scorching hot oil lands on the bare skin] + [the possibilty of getting permanent scarred]
i'm not a wuss. i just hate frying.
my mom thinks i'm not lasak (rugged?) just 'cause i refused to fry the rest of the eggs. and i'm lasak lah okay. just don't make me fry anything.
in fact, don't make me do any form of cooking at all, please. (maybe baking...) i used to think that cooking was fun. well, not anymore. i'll help you prepare the ingredients, sure i can do that, but that's it.
i suppose that's one of the criterias i'd look for in a future partner. he should love to cook (well). he should love to cook so much that he wouldn't allow me to step in the kitchen to do any cooking of my own. and i'd happily oblige. heh. |