Despite being considered "poor" when I was young ( please note, when I was young, it was not the same as when my siblings were young as then the financial state of the family was even worse than ever - sob stories of 2 children sharing a hard boiled egg and canned pork cubes with porridge every single day etc), I think I have very decent food. Not expensive but decent.
My memories of my childhood surrounds food. I remember at the tender age of 3 - how I always disturbs my sister to make milk in a bottle for me at 3pm and bug her to switch on the tv for me as well at the same time. That was the earliest memory of my food joy.
Then, I remember the food that was churned out from the kitchen table - although we were poor ( not as bad as before as mom started working as babysitter), I remembered there were variety.
When I started schooling, the real joy was always recess time whereby till now, how embarrassing, I could still remember ALL THE CANTEEN STALLS from my primary, secondary and JC days. Well, NTU too but not that deeply etched.
The reason why I am writing about this is because, I chanced upon blogs of people posting photos of what they cook for their family. I spoke to friends who are happy and delighted about their "one pot" creation. I realised, perhaps, I am cooking too much and I blame it on the way I was brought up. And perhaps it is time to cut down because, there is NO NEED TO EAT SO MUCH VARIETY (aka, dishes)
I seldom have a meal cooked at home that consists of 2 dishes ONLY. I take it as a personal "inability " to feed my family. When I eat out, I feel sad when the variety on the table seems to be lacking.
Food cycle. My mom cooks a storm. I cook a storm. Will my next generation demand a storm from their family. Time will tell. Maybe the FAT FOOD CYCLE will be broken!
My memories of my childhood surrounds food. I remember at the tender age of 3 - how I always disturbs my sister to make milk in a bottle for me at 3pm and bug her to switch on the tv for me as well at the same time. That was the earliest memory of my food joy.
Then, I remember the food that was churned out from the kitchen table - although we were poor ( not as bad as before as mom started working as babysitter), I remembered there were variety.
When I started schooling, the real joy was always recess time whereby till now, how embarrassing, I could still remember ALL THE CANTEEN STALLS from my primary, secondary and JC days. Well, NTU too but not that deeply etched.
The reason why I am writing about this is because, I chanced upon blogs of people posting photos of what they cook for their family. I spoke to friends who are happy and delighted about their "one pot" creation. I realised, perhaps, I am cooking too much and I blame it on the way I was brought up. And perhaps it is time to cut down because, there is NO NEED TO EAT SO MUCH VARIETY (aka, dishes)
I seldom have a meal cooked at home that consists of 2 dishes ONLY. I take it as a personal "inability " to feed my family. When I eat out, I feel sad when the variety on the table seems to be lacking.
Food cycle. My mom cooks a storm. I cook a storm. Will my next generation demand a storm from their family. Time will tell. Maybe the FAT FOOD CYCLE will be broken!
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