Last night, both Mrs B and I had to work late. We only had our dinner at about 9pm at home. A conversation of particular importance was as follows:
Belacans: *munch munch munch - hungry mah*
Mrs B: You know, I just read today that Lilian bought a WMF pressure cooker like ours.
Belacans: *munch munch munch* hmmm, yeah, I read *munch munch mu.... burrrppp!*
Mrs B: Yeah, isn't it great? We can finally share recipes to cook on the WMF. For example, the lamb shank or stew, bahkutteh... wah, there's so many I can learn from Lilian. *smile smile*
processing information, processing processing processing.... conclusion?
RED ALERT RED ALERT!!!
Belacans: Ah.... good..... *m u n c h m u n c h s l o w l y*
Oh no! The KL-Penang WMF Gang has been established! Actually, I am not nervous about Mrs B learning new recipes. Heck, the way to a man's heart is through the stomach, ok? *yum yum, drooling over Mrs B's lamb dishes..*
So what's all the alert about? Well, it's Lilian. You know, this Lilian and not that Lillian Too, ok? This Lilian is a very experienced lady *ahem ahem*. She has eaten more salt, belacans, cincaluk, budu, lekor, sambak, cili padi than Mrs B and I. Worse, her "KKC" is bigger than mine! So, my apprehension was this:
Apart from WMF recipes, Lilian could be teaching my sweet Mrs B "new tricks" on how to handle a buaya hubby! Omigosh!!! (-_-)""
p/s to Lilian - just joking only ok? pls don't kantoi me kau-kau? hehehe