no place for me to practiseOriginally posted by Ferret:Ok.... Second secret....
Practise practise practise !
That's nice. All parents are like that I thinkOriginally posted by shinta:no place for me to practise
haiz nevermind, i cook de, my dad confirm will finish de
no just my dad..Originally posted by Ferret:That's nice. All parents are like that I think
Ahahahahaha Me almost the same.Originally posted by shinta:no just my dad..
my dad will say it's nice, my bro will say no comment but they will finish everything..
my mother will say just pass or sth.. my sisters will say that's poison.. totally inedible
Originally posted by Ferret:Ahahahahaha Me almost the same.
My mum will try her best to be positive. My dad will not comment (but will eat). My siblings shy away from anything that look exotic
-.-"Originally posted by Camellias4me:I believe ur Dad would love to read it for himself.
Like u, I'm unable to express my affections openly for my Father. He's quite a typical, chinese family man. Conservative, stern & a man of few words. Growing up, we lacked of communication badly. Following his footsteps, all of us (siblings) refused to tear away that "shy" mask when we r facing him. We love him dearly as much as he loves us.. just that we don't show it.
As some1 mentioned earlier, some of us might have taken our fathers for granted.
I did. Till 1 day, my father collapsed without any warning symptoms. My strong, fit & energetic Papa who doesn't smoke/drink, suffered a heart attack. Doctors diagnosed that his arteries were abt 80% blocked. @ the ICU, we were told, the next 48 hrs shall decide whether he pulls through or not. That was the darkest hours of my life. My father was dying, I have yet to tell him I love him & I have yet to make him proud. That night, regrets came hitting hard on me. No amount of tears or prayers can deliver my unspoken love to him if he fails to make it.
6 yrs after, my Papa still acts "cool" sometimes but me & my siblings r no longer stingy with our affections. Though we hardly say it, we display it clearly in our own ways! Eg. I'll write mushy stuff & paste it somewhere eye-catching for my parents to read. And my sister made use of her naughty little boy to relay her affections to 'Gong-Gong' on behalf.
I juz wanna say... Pa! I love u!
No.. seriously, don't wait. "Tell" him.
i've only one brotherOriginally posted by Rhonda:I remember donkey years ago, I baked these raisin cookies with little bits of orange peel in them for Chinese New Year. They turned out real good and everytime my family walked into the kitchen, they'd steal one or two when the cookies were left out to cool. By the time they were cool enough to bottle, 3/4's gone liao! Two days later, about four days before Chinese New Year, ALL GONE!! I remember coming home from college, looking high and low for the bottle of cookies, then mom said, 'aiyah, stop hunting, all eaten up! We couldn't resist!'
hehehehe... They never ever said it was 'good' or anything... but I guess actions speak louder than words sometimes!!
shinta, your mom and siblings probably just teasing you lah! Your brothers finished everything, right? So it must have been pretty good! Your mom and sisters, being women, maybe a little 'yeem cheem' and a little erm... 'economical' with their praises. But they still ate it, right?
Don't take everything at face value! Gotta be a bit thick-skinned sometimes and be your own cheerleader! hahaha! If they finish the food, even if they keep a straight face and don't make good comments, assume it's good!
nel would always say sth like, aiya, i finished that plate of super horrible spaghetti.. wat else is there that i can't eat?Originally posted by Rhonda:Hmm... I think one important thing to bear in mind when you're just learning to cook is, you just have to be thick-skinned about it!
I remember when I first had my own kitchen and started to cook in earnest, my ex used to be my 'guinea pig'. In the beginning, there were lots of 'mistakes' - overcooked vegetables, too salty / not saltish enough, too burnt, too mushy, too this and that... Sometimes, he'd look at the dishes with a look that said, 'You expect me to eat THAT?!' Sometimes, he'll make comments like, 'Wah! Please don't cook anymore! I can't take it!' then I'll just say, 'Aiyah!!! Don't be like that!! Be nice, hor hor?' and collapse in a giggling heap!
Never give up... as long as no one dies eating your food, keep trying, keep on trying!
And Ferret's right, practice makes perfect!
Originally posted by aHGer^83:-.-"
impossible to tell my dad such things...
haiz.. all i hope for is no perfect dad.. but at least cares for this family...