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  • *Daddy during breakfast at Lintang, on the way to Kuantan, Pahang late last year. Mum made awesome vermicelli noodle for filling the tummy.

    I could be considered as a hit-and-miss cook. Some things I cook well, some are merely edible. But I'm getting better (I think); at least no one has been poisoned by my food yet.

    The first time I attempted to prepare lunch was a bit of a disaster. Mum went out one Saturday (religious class or something) and it was just Daddy and me at home (Sis was away at uni or she would have cooked. She's an excellent cook.). I had learned how to make egg sandwiches at my Living Skills class in school and thought I was a whiz in the kitchen.

    In preparation of cooking lunch, I took out a medium sized pomfret and asked Daddy how he would like it to be prepared. He gave it some thought and said that the pomfret would be great as a curry. Whistling to myself, I went ahead to cook the pomfret curry and stir fried vegetables to serve with rice.

    Just vague recollections of how Mum cooked curry did not actually prepared me with real knowledge of how to prepare the dish. Suffice to say that the only good thing about the curried pomfret was that the fish was thoroughly cooked. Daddy manfully ate the portion I dished out for him, but declined second helping.

    The next Saturday that Mum was away for another of her weekend afternoon activities, I asked Daddy which fish would he like me to defrost for lunch. His immediate response?

    "Why don't I take us both for Kentucky Fried Chicken instead? That will save you from having to cook! I know that you haven't had it for a long while already. What say you?"

    Way to bolster a girl's confidence in the kitchen, Dad.

    The first time I made gulai masak asam (fish in hot and sour gravy), it turned out pretty well. After sampling a bite, he said, "Aha. Finally my daughter has mastered a feminine art."

    And he had second helping of rice with that dish.
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