Garlic & Herbs Bread


男友有一样食谱是我很喜欢的。
他很会做浓汤,也很自然地会做面包。
以下是今晚他给我做来送汤吃的Garlic & Herbs Bread,
是我一直都很想跟大家分享的食谱。


Garlic & Herbs Bread


Ingredients:

Olive oil 橄榄油
Fresh garlic,thinly sliced 蒜头切片
Italian herbs 意大利香料
Vienna Crusty Sourdough Bread (面包店里都买得到)



Method

1 将烤箱预热200 度。
2 将面包以1.5cm 厚度切片。
3 两面涂上橄榄油,再撒上italian herbs。
4 将蒜头切片用力涂抹在面包上(把蒜头留在面包上,别扔了哦!)
5 烤10分钟。然后把oven 转去grill function,在烘5分钟即可!

好香哦~ 送罗宋汤或鸡汤喝真是太棒了!

Dessert of Love


经过一场小病后,我们终于康复了!
因为刚病好,所以今晚就不许像平常那样大碗大碗的吃雪糕。
男友为了答谢我照顾他,今晚他就给我来个Dessert of Love。
(只限1 scoop cookies & cream 雪糕)~嘻嘻~

淋在香蕉上的糖浆是dark brown sugar (gula melaka)
睡在香蕉上那黑黑一条的是vanilla bean(很好吸哦~)


心形是用可可粉撒在草莓上而做成的,
是不是有点小美?

今天其实我开心了很多,
因为男友又恢复蹦蹦跳跳了。
而且还很有力把我整个人扛起来旋转~
头是晕了点,可是他人健康就好咯!呵呵~

Beef Stroganoff


在开蘑菇汤罐的时候,无意发现罐面有这么一个recipe。

Beef Stroganoff (4)


Prep time: 15 mins
Cook time: 40 mins

(credit to easymealrecipes.net)

Ingredients:

1 tbsp oil
500g beef strips (or chicken if you like)
1 medium onion, finely chopped
1 tsp paprika
1 can Campbell's Mushroom Soup
1 tbsp tomato paste
200g button mushrooms, sliced
1/2 cup light sour cream


Method:

1 Heat oil in large saucepan over high heat.
2 Add beef strips and cook over a high heat until brown, about 3 minutes. Remove and set aside.
3 Cook onion until soft. Add paprika and cook for another 1 minute.
4 Return beef to pan. Add soup and tomato past, mix well.
5 Stir in button mushrooms. Bring to boil then simmer over medium heat for over 30 minutes.
6 Add sour cream just before serving.

Serve with pasta, rice, noodle or mashed potato if desired.


这辆玩具车子是男友的童年玩意儿,
跟他一样老,大概有30年的历史了!
我刚认识他的时候,他已经是个迷车狂,
如今看到他的童年玩具collection,
才知道他的兴趣原来是从小培养的~


男友生病记(二)


星期三早上,我尝试说服男友:
你不舒服不如就休息一天,找个locum 进来替你咯!
他很顽固的,还跟我说他很强,一定应付得来!

上班的两个小时后,他给我打电话:
我肚子好疼哦~ 跟病人说话说到一半竟然跑去厕所了,
Veronica 今天在XX Pharmacy,要三点过后才来。
我着急得很,一整个早上都忙着打电话,希望找到人尽早来‘顶’他。
同事还笑我说:他那么大个人,不会有事的啦!

两点钟放工后,我直接飚车赶到他那里,
等Veronica 来了之后就回家去,
给他煮粥,吃药等等,接着还要赶回去开会。
返到家里看见他完全没康复的现象,
最后决定把他送回妈咪那里,
可能妈咪比我更会照顾他咯。

刚送他回去的时候我还挺难过的,
隔天听见他说他好了很多,我也很安慰。

可是,这次却轮到我肚子不舒服了...
怎么会这样?


男友生病记(一)


星期二早上,男友发给我一封短讯:
今早我泻了两次肚子,好累哦!
那时,我以为可能是昨晚的雪糕作怪(他是lactose intolerance 的)

晚上他接我下班时,我看他脸青青的,
他跟我说:宝贝我又泻肚子了,而且好像有点发烧了!
那时我才真的吓坏了,原来情况糟糕了许多!
我先让他回家去,自己再跑到药店里买药,
买了整50 多块的止痛、止泻、去风药、hot pack 等等,
后来再跑到隔壁的超市买面包、蘑菇汤,还有巧克力来逗逗他。

结果回到家看见他已差不多煮好晚餐给我的时候,我快哭了!
我跟他说:你生病就好好休息啊,就不要乱动嘛~
他说:我不用吃,你也要吃的,我怕你饿。

最后,我烘了两块面包给他做晚餐(他说他没胃口)
看见他那么不舒服我又怎么吃得下饭呢?
(而且我们两个黐头芒,少了一个怎能开餐呢?)
我不吃他的三文鱼他又不开心,
后来就随便扒点饭算了。

男友:我知道你喜欢拍照,我给你拍三文鱼,你喜欢吗?
我快哭出来了~


45分钟的晚餐


我们俩都是大忙人。
时间很重要,享受晚餐也很重要。
往往煮一餐家里的四个炉都用完,
一个拿来烧饭,
一个用来滚烫,
一个用来焖肉,
最后一个用来炒菜!

45分钟里面除了切菜,洗菜,煮菜,
还连煮完后的锅锅碟碟都洗干净啦!
剩下的时间就可以轻轻松松的relax 咯




离开部落几天了,相机里的食物多得很,
不知该从哪里开始好呢!
呵呵~

星期六晚上,我们烤肥鸡吃!
男友他特别喜欢吃鸡肉,
所以趁周六放工后赶快跑到超市去买了个特大的肥鸡!
说是说肥鸡一个,它只不过是比普通鸡大只了一点,
可是脂肪不多,也因为它是cornfed chicken,
所以最后煮好的肉质特别嫩,特别香咯~

放在架子上烤的原因是想让多余的鸡油排出来,以使鸡皮更香脆~
而且这次鸡皮涂了很多butter、盐和胡椒,所以更好吃咯!

注意:鸡肚子里面塞的那粒是柠檬,不是鸡蛋哦!



我们也不只是单靠吃肉吃个饱的啦~
还有烤蔬菜呐~ 里面有我喜欢的baby carrots!


买新裙 超开心!


最近我把精神通通都放在家装设计和烹饪上,
完全忽略了女人也爱美,女人也要打扮一下!
所以上星期我给自己买些新裙子,
两件工作的,一件轻便的。
轻便那件我很喜欢,因为它的那个pleated design 很漂亮,
跟短袖衣搭配会很好看~
好看归好看,我钱包可是大出血哦!




完美礼物 弯身灯 The Arch Lamp


这个月的五号,男友给我买这盏灯当作纪念礼物。
其实之前看中了很久,可是没本事给它买下来,因为价钱贵了点!
后来有一天我们又回到同一间店里逛逛,发现有折扣!
宝贝想也不想,立刻取出钱包直接买下这盏灯~

我很喜欢它的设计,外貌很壮观!
整盏灯大概有2m 高,有个很大的arch,
还有完美的marble base,最重要的是它那个stainless steel 太优雅了,
我们家的双人沙发是纯白色的,所以有个弯弯的灯配起来会很好看!
(可能要想象一下哦!)


以上这两张不是我们家的哦~
下面那个才是我们的,呵呵~
晚上亮起来是不是很迷人呢?

Creamy Chicken Rice Soup


男友看我累,所以昨晚的晚餐他说他搞定,不用我操心。
知道我喜欢他的hearty soup,他就给我煮了这碗creamy chicken rice soup!
(他的tomato hearty soup 也很好喝的哦!)
上次他给我煮这chicken soup 的时候,里面加了mini pasta,
这次为了要新鲜,也为了让我吃饱饱,就加了点米饭,
最后出来的texture 有点像risotto,
那浓浓香滑的汤实在太好喝了!我喝了两大碗呐!好饱哦!

还记得那时候我煮的creamy seafood combo soup 吗?
做法相当一样哦!那次我用了两大汤匙的butter,
而他却用了少许橄榄油代替。


用的材料包括:

两颗鸡蛋(打匀)、thickened cream、高汤/上汤、蘑菇片、鸡腿/鸡胸片(两面稍微煎一下,再切片)、mixed herbs、柠檬汁(一粒)、蒜头



做法:

1 把蒜头加入高汤/上汤里,中火滚15-20钟。
2 加入鸡肉、蘑菇片等材料。
3 加入柠檬汁、mixed herbs、盐、胡椒等调味料。
4 将鸡蛋和thickened cream 一起打匀,加入鸡汤里的时候必须一边搅拌以使均匀。


还有我们最爱的Salmon Islander!

献给没事做的你


一个下午,我打开爸爸发送给我的email,里面有这么一个故事,很长篇可是又很好读。

没事做的你,不如也看看一下吧!
看完这篇短文的半个钟后我去接男友放工,一看见他出来我搂得他紧紧地。
我可不想错过这份月老公公赐给我的姻缘哦!

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again..

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital."

I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosento use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.

As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion....

Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.".........


之前看到每个人都在家里煮这道红烧狮子头,
我想有机会我也要试试做做看。
隔了一段时间,我居然忘了自己原本还打算要试煮这个!

直到昨晚...
我们俩在讨论晚餐该煮什么的时候,
我提议翻开我们那500页的食谱。
翻到哪一页,就煮哪一道!
最后翻开的那一面就是这道红烧狮子头!

狮子头我还是第一次尝试煮,
对这道菜我真的不熟悉,也没有把握!
还好最后还是被吃完啦~ 还算及格啦!哈哈~


滑蛋河 / 广府鸳鸯


那天看iron chef,节目里的主题是面条,
刚好其中一位厨师煮了这道滑蛋河,
我男友指着电视上气不接下气地跟我说:
那个.. 那个扁扁一条条的面我在大马那里吃过哟!!!
(他的表情真可爱!)
后来我就顺便教他说这种面条叫滑蛋河~ 广东人常常称它为广府鸳鸯~
滑蛋河这三个字太难记了,他只记了广府鸳鸯,因为:
Kung Fu + Yin Yang = 广府鸳鸯!
哈哈!!!好可爱哦!!!
为了奖励他学得那么快,那晚我就给他煮这个咯!



我们的第一次


毕业过后,我一个人拖着背包从adelaide飞往queensland工作。
那时候我还是个小学徒,跟我那时候的胖老板感情相当要好。
因为怕我闷,胖老板常常带我四处去认识新朋友。
胖老板他是地头虫,所以什么人都认识的。

去年他在海边举行生日派对,还叫了整村子的人来庆祝。
海边餐厅有个超长的餐桌,当时坐在我左手边的是个胖小姐,
胖小姐的隔壁又坐了一个满俊俏的混血儿男生。
有一阵子胖小姐离开坐位跑去跟我那个胖老板拍大头贴,
俊男就转过身跟我说:嗨!我没看过你呢?我叫Alex,你呢?
那是我第一次认识Alex...

时间一日一日逝去,胖老板有段日子好忙好忙,
没有时间带我去混,我再也没看到那个俊俏的男生了。
只是偶尔从老板口中说起他像我一样也是从adelaide 大学毕业的。
我有尝试从大学网页看看到底他是哪年的毕业生,可是找到又怎样?
还是不要丢脸咯,人家才只不过看过你一次!

过了四五个月,胖老板在家里又开了一个派对,
邀请的朋友通通都是亚洲人,那俊俏的男生也来了!
他还笑笑的跟大家说:我也有半个华人血统啊!
后来看我在帮胖老板炸虾饼时,他也跟过来帮忙,
还小小声在我耳边说:又看到你咯,妹妹!炸虾饼不是这样的,我来教你!
我整个脸当场红了起来!好害羞哦~
而且派对结束之前他还跟我说:下星期我可能会给你打电话~

接下来的那个星期我好紧张,心乱如麻的!
我常幻想他是不是对我有点意思了?
结果等了四天都没有接到他电话,要放弃了,
他却很突然的出现在我们的药店里~
他说他休假想过来看看我和胖老板~
人家脸又红起来了~ 他那么突然杀进来我们店里我完全还没有心理准备呢!

接下来我们以朋友的身份出去好几次。
好多次都是只有我们俩,没有胖老板的份(完全被遗忘了)!
才刚出去两三次,我很大胆地的问他:你会考虑我吗?
哇!现在想起来我那时真丢脸的!哎哟!怎么会这样?
他还跟我说:还很早呢!
他好坏哦~ 最后我小气到不想再见他了~

之后不知为何他一直给我打电话,一直找我出去玩,
还帮我复习功课和准备考试,
最后在我考药照的两个星期前,他约我晚上出去跟他游车河,
然后把我载到山顶上。
那时是冬天,我冷到快不行了,
他突然搂着我,跟我说:我想好了,我真的很喜欢你~ 你可以考虑我吗?
啊!!!我被吓坏了耶!那个感觉真是难以形容,很开心但又不知所措!

之后我们就名正言顺的交往啦~
从交往到现在他很保护我~
替我温习功课,常常买礼物给我,
帮我洗车子,煮饭给我吃,给我买家具
最后连香港的机票也给我买。
有时自己在客厅的舒发上睡着,他还给我抱回房间去,替我盖被,
一直轻吻我额头小小声地跟我说:我很爱你哟~ 你知道吗?

我这辈子最感动的是认识到这个好男人,
我想我以后跟定你了,
遇见你是个奇迹~
刚开始我也不知为何你会爱上我~
我也只不过是无名小学徒~
如今我已长大了,而你还像以往那样那么疼我~
我真的很感动!我也很爱很爱你,你又知道吗?




男友的同事(也是我们的family friend)过来吃晚餐~
所以男友要求我尽量发挥我的厨艺,特别是Malaysian curry chicken。
真有趣哦~ 这几天真的吃得很辣耶!
看在大家都是同行,又是同个大学毕业的份上,
今晚我可要放点心思去好好地的烹调这顿晚餐咯!

炸云吞是每个人都无法抗拒的食物。
煮这个肯定不会出错!而且这次包得更好看些~
还美美摆在碟子上~ 还真舍不得吃啊!
男友很喜欢money bag,所以每粒云吞都给他包成这样咯!


大马咖喱鸡出场啦!!!
真是扑鼻香呐!锅里有鸡腿肉、马铃薯和豆腐卜(因为没人喜欢羊角豆等等)
凯他吃得好开心哦~ 今晚吃了也不少~

在凯来到之前先为餐桌拍好照片留念~
咖喱鸡盛在我们刚买的swiss diamond 锅里。
美不美啊?这可是锅儿们里我最爱的那个哦!还挺贵的~

大家同样在这里打工这里住,互相照顾是应该的。
这个小城不大,谈得来的同行不多,
刚好凯与太太颂都是很友善的朋友,
我们对他们的拜访实在欢迎又欢喜~


很像臭豆腐对吗?
看似臭豆腐,其实它是鱼蛋卷啦!呵呵~
从前在家里跟妈妈常常做这个,
从胶鱼身上乱挖鱼肉,剁碎醸在蛋卷里,
然后再放到大锅里大火蒸30分钟。

刚和男友拍拖的时候,我也做过好几次同样的料理给他吃。
因为这里的人都爱吃肉不爱吃鱼,所以我常常用了猪肉来作代替。
当然并非鱼胶般佳咯!

这次我的蛋卷包得很大卷,没办法拿去蒸。
干脆用来煎好了,效果还好啦~ 只是油了一点咯!
好不好吃就在乎于酱汁的味道咯!

酱汁调味料我用了豆瓣酱 + 宫保鸡丁调料 + 少许白糖 + 绍兴酒 + lime leave
所以甜中带有微辣~ 是个有效的调味酱!


在准备完第一道料理后时间已经不早啦~
宝贝他快饿扁肚子了,所以就来个这道“速快菜”
没有名堂~ 是当初搬到外面自个儿住的时候常常看到housemate 做这个。
材料包括土豆、西红柿、灯笼椒等等。
这道要是每样材料都切薄薄一丝丝,效果会更好!
可惜我好赶时间呐~ 大大块的比较像薯条哦!

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