I don’t really cook. I don’t even know how to do a sunny side up egg. But once in awhile, that would be maximum of 4 times a month, I would dabble into the kitchen (and that is only after 9 years of being married). When I cook, I follow recipes to the dot. How many scoops of sugar, I don’t really know what a pinch or a dash is. What if I have giant hands then a dash would be a scoop. Or when the recipes say cook until tender or crisp – what is that? How many minutes or hours would bring me to tender or crisp??? I hope they would make it more precise. Anyway, the help does all the preparation. I teach them how I want the meat or veggies cut and once its all prepared I start.
I mix in all the ingredients as specified in the recipe card. If the heat is too much or if the oil begins to pop the help stirs as I watch. The help, really abhors me in the kitchen. And I take so much time cooking. Once in awhile I hit the jackpot – my kids love my Bistek (the bistek on the pic is mine!), Lasagna and my husband loves my Szechuan Eggplant and Shrimp Pasta. Maybe I stirred it properly or I whispered the right prayer. If all else fails, there is always delivery.