I want to tell you about the typical way we spend a Sunday at home, which sometimes 3 of us find it quite crazy.
Like today, L woke up and cooked the breakfast as he has been taking over my job lately. At 11:00am, L declared we should start preparing our lunch and he had decided the menu, a grilled seafood platter. Unlike most of the time, three of us did not argue over the menu before cooking since L was so insisted to try his ideas.
W did the roasted vegetables and most of the prep work while L happily enjoyed his grilling. I squeezed into the kitchen in the last 20 minutes to broil the prawns and make the lemon butter sauce. The huge seafood platter (the plate was almost 40cm in diameter) really reflected L’s character as shown by a relatively “manly” food presentation. (Laughed)
At 2:45pm, just a while after we had done the dish washing, I thought of the newly bought coffee capsule.
“Would you mind making a latte using the different coffee bean we bought earlier?” I asked L.
“Sure.”
“Hmm… But I am not impressed with just coffee, it would be great to have a cake or something.” I am not a coffee lover anyway.
“Then just make a cake.” L answered as a reflex action which is a skill that every married man learnt eventually to deal with his wife talking.
Ten minutes later, L left his computer and found I was working in the kitchen again.
“You seriously making a cake?”
“Ya, thought that’s you suggestion?” L had basically get used to my spontaneous decision.
So I made a brownie and L made two latte. We had tea time at 4:00pm.
I said our Sunday was crazy because we had almost ten rounds of dish washing from morning to 4:30pm today. Cleaned the oven, scrubbed the grill pan, washed the pan, pot and countless of plates. We kept creating huge mess in the kitchen and then cleaning up the mess throughout the day. On Sundays evening that we were not having dinner with our parents/in-laws, 5:00pm was about the time to start cooking our dinner. We were freaking tired after everything was done at almost 9:00pm and we started asking each other why we made ourselves so busy on Sunday.
However, things repeated again on the following Sunday and we never seriously answer our own question. I guess for us, having a good meal at home (regardless in Singapore or Malaysia) is more than anything on a relaxing weekend.
(opps, probably relaxing is not a suitable adjective to be used here.)
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