The medicines he prescribed was very strong. One in the morning. And another one, a half of a very very tiny pill each night before bedtime...(I almost burst into tears that day, when he told me why I need to take them at night). This tiny half dose is the culprit to my laloqness the morning after so much so, I fall back to sleep soon after subuh for the first few days. It's been better now since a couple of days ago. ;-)
And that Saturday morning, at almost ten, Mysarah (MyC) walked into my room showering me with her kisses all over my face that woke me up. I felt sorry for her for I have not prepared anything for breakfast. And I was worried too for I might miss my morning dose of medicines. She told me to sit back and relax while she started for brunch - so she claimed! All I need to do was to guide her from where I sat.
Only a few weeks ago, when I was writing about the Aust. Jr Master Chef...well, the one that I didn't get to finish...*sigh... I was lamenting about how sad I was seeing these kids as young as eight can really cook when my sixteen-year old is struggling to ignite the stove!
With some guidance, MyC, to my surprise, succeeded in cooking me her first ever....
....a fusion Spaghetti bolognaise...
but she forgot the grated cheese!
Well...this Lili Junior, insisted to display her creation in my latest addition of the now 'retired' Anna Gr*ffin! Sabor aje... hehee)) The verdict: it was nice but mild to my liking of localised SB extra hot and spicy.
While I think she proves me wrong, still, she opts out cooking...citing, "this is not my thingy, mummy.." And getting on her nerves, I corrected her, "that thingy has a name...it's called a calling!"
Oops, gotta go now.... wish me luck!
Lots of love,