January 6, 2013

• I Am Committed to Blogging

  Somehow these past few days I totally got caught up reading the blogs of some semi famous, super beautiful, super rich bloggers. It inspired me to blog more. Not that I am at all famous, or even beautiful, or rich. But I can still blog can’t I?!

  For Christmas I didn’t know what to buy Won’s family so I decided I would make them dinner. Which I might as well have announced to the world I would be growing wings and flying to another country. But I was so determined to make them crab and garlic noodles. Determination is stupid if you ask me -___-.  Anyhow, Won took me grocery shopping and I must have spent over an hour at the noodle section picking up and reading each one carefully. They’re ALL “egg noodles” yet so different. Fuck my life. Then while we were waiting in line to pay, I fought back the urge to throw up as the anxiety threaten to kill me. 

  
  We released the crabs once we got home. Then I instructed Won how to clean and chop them. He was so good even though it was his first time. I was scared he would get clawed and his mommy will blame me for scarring her precious son. SO MUCH PRESSURE!! Figures, I was the one who ended up bleeding. Got scratch by the effin’ microwave, THAT WE DID NOT EVEN USE. WHAT THE FUCK. I hate the kitchen. Then to make matter worst, the WHOLE family made a big deal about it. Even his dad, who never stirs for anything, rushed up to see me clutch my finger as I bled to death. 

  Two hours and two heart attacks later…

  
  TADA!!! Asian ginger & oyster sauce style + American beer & butter style crabs. Chopped, cracked, and ready to eat. Not pictured was the total fail garlic noodles that tasted like nothing and was so mushy and sticky you could cut yourself a slice of the tangled noodles. WTF. Why are noodles are hard to make? Eff them! Who needs carbs anyways!?!? They only make you fat! Then to add insult to injury, that hour I spent picking out this specific noodles, I would have picked better by closing my eyes and randomly choosing. I bought the wrong noodles even after an hour of scrutiny. Won saved the day by telling his parents that that noodles were SUPPOSED to be plain so they could compliment the oversalted (oops) crabs. *whew* good thing his family have never had the REAL garlic noodles from Crustaceons before. I’d be sure as dead and the embarassment of the century. 

  I held my breath as I watch them eat the first  few bites, expecting them to spit it out and make a face, the way I had when I tasted it. But to my utter shock and surprise, they ate it. LOADS of it. And acted like they liked it. And said they liked it! If they were lying to save my feelings, they sure were doing a good job of it. Hahaha <3

  The other day I met up with a girlfriend and told her my story. And she’s all like, “dude, everyone KNOWS that when you cook for the in-laws you’re supposed to cook an old recipe you’re good at , not something new!” And I’m all like, “I NEVER cooked anything before! EVERYTHING is new to me!” 

  Moral of the story: Marry someone whose family is so nice! And always supports you.  And make you feel good. Even if they have to lie to you doing it. Hahahahaha

  Edit: Won read this post and liked it. By infallible logic, he should treat me to a pair of shoes!!

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