Kojima Hiroe in Malaysia
The Wise Man Built His House On The Rock…
But the rock shifted due to overdevelopment of the hillside.
Not so wise after all.
The things people do to earn money.
The Chinese put melamine in their milk, we point fingers and ask why didn’t they have stricter rules, or don’t they have a sense of principle. At least with melamine, you don’t lose the roof over your head and have your belongings looted; you just suffer from a stone (easily removed) or you go to a better place (or not).
Well, with house prices hitting the millions, its no surprise the people in the construction business want to get rich too. People want houses with views, we’ll give them houses with views and conveniently forget to tell them that the ground isn’t stable. No one would be any wiser. Officials are easily bribed anyway…
You prepare a table for me…my cup overflows
Main Dish:
Hamburg steak with brown sauce reduced with red wine; served with mashed potatoes and smoked sausages
Dessert:
Bread pudding with Granny Smith Apples, served with cream
Woke up with a sore head. Dad asked what to do with all the potatoes “menganggur-ing” on the shelf.
Well… what better way to eat spuds than to mash it.
According to ‘The Man Who Ate Everything’ written by one Jeffrey Steingarten, the way to stop your mash from becoming glue is to pre-cook your spuds at 70 degrees Celsius for 20mins (double that time if your spuds are the waxy kind), cool them, then cook them again at 80 degrees Celsius till they are soft.
Did that, added a generous lump of butter, and a good slosh of milk, some rosemary, mashed it all together, and hey presto! I have a lump of soft yellow heaven in a bowl. (^-^)
Just about then, the oven cried out in under-use. And so I tore up 10 slices of bread, chucked in about 12 tbs of sugar, 2 eggs, an adequate amount of milk, and let the mixture sit in the fridge while I chopped up some Granny Smiths *plays SAW soundtrack*. Mixed everything together then slammed it into the oven.
Took a blue pill and went to bed since my sneezing was getting really annoying. Woke up hours later to find someone had cooked some beef patties and sausages, prepared a head of lettuce, and sliced some tomatoes. I forgot to mention that ‘that someone’ had also neglected to wash up the pan after frying the patties, so I added some red wine to the stuff (you know… the grease and juice from the meat) left in the pan for sauce, and diced up the sausages (that went into the mash).
* this is from Disney’s Cinderella in case some of you have left your childhood memories behind, or simply never grew up with Disney.





