Friday, 16 October 2009
Home-cooking in London, all the way from Malaysia
My kitchen, if it could speak, must surely think that food either comes in leftover form, or fresh from the freezer straight to the oven. It’s not that I don’t like cooking, because I do. I just don’t seem to have the time, or motivation to cook most of the time.
Which is why when my mom decided to give the stove a good run for its money and cook us a huge meal of curry chicken, I felt the need to take a picture of the meal and write a whole post about it. Avid readers will note that my first post on the blog was about my cooking, albeit one which took more than a day and was slightly burnt and bitter. Despite that, I assure you I can cook. I just choose to blog about the unsuccessful bits, that’s all.
Sure, that’s what they all say.
Here’s what my mom cooked. Having discovered where the spices, pots and pans were kept in my kitchen, my mom and paps decided to cook a huge pot of curry chicken for dinner. Not an easy task, I tell you. Not when it involves trying to get a huge piece of chicken to become little pieces, with a plastic chopping board.
Hours later, we had curry. Very delicious curry with soft and tender chicken. So absolutely fantastic eaten with a ladies fingers (or okra) and prawns in sambal, a fried egg and some rice. A London-style Malaysian meal which really outshone the dishes from most restaurants here.