For Your Information Only

I can not cook, despite the fact that I've been living abroad for years, believe it or not I don't possess any of the following kitchen essentials, neither pan nor knife nor cooking oil. You name it and I definitely do not have it. Don't get the wrong picture though, it has got nothing to do with laziness, I have tried, believe me!

My cooking days started when I first went abroad, with the intensive one month cooking training I had with my parents just before I left home. I cooked with enthusiasm.
Every so often, the people I lived with would all cook some food individually and we would share them together. The comments such as "Delicious!', "Yummy!" had always been the comments for someone else's cooking, whereas mine would be "Hmm..interesting!", "Ahh....fascinating" or something along those lines, all alternatives for "I didn't know food could be so tasteless." Bless them!

Just in case you asked, I didn't like my own cooking much myself. Since I was not a fussy eater, as long as I was not in starvation mode, no complaints, but somehow I cooked less, a lot less. The reason for that didn't have much to do with the discouragements I had recieved. The truth was I had never really enjoyed cooking, I mean all the preparation berforehand, the actul cooking itself and the clearing up afterwards, I thought it was a waste of time. Plus in my case, after all that effort just to produce something no one appreciated, including even myself, can you see the point in that? Well, I don't blame you.

When I was living with one of my exes, it didn't take him long to find out I was a terrible cook, but it didn't bother him that much, I mean, come on, with a sexy gorgeous girlfriend like me, who gives a damn about my cooking skills? (That was a joke)
Anyway, there was this one time, his friends came over and it just happened that the day before a girl friend of mine metioned to me how she made popcorn on her own and how easy it all was. Just put in some butter, then add corn and finish with sugar. I could do that! So I gave it a go, but somehow as soon as I put the corn in, a huge amount of smoke came out, it went out of control and within seconds, the fire alarm in the house went off. Well, that was pretty impressive, but not in the way I had planned.
"Damn it Woman! Just keep away from the kitch will you!"., of course my then boyfriend didn't really say that, but that's exactly what I did afterwards, I stayed away from the kitch. (Mind you, I was NOT banned from the kitchen)

A year ago, a friend I've known for more than ten years came to visit me from across the Atlantic. I had aways liked him since we were in school, as he had to live in my place for 2 weeks. Before he came, the girls I lived with taught me all their specialities, and when he finally came, Surprise! Surprise! I cooked with perfection. (To this day, my cooking performance there still remains a mystery.)
But then I suppose I had changed so much over the years and somehow I was not the girl he had once remembered. So at the end, my cooking was probably the only thing he liked about me. How ironic!
Since then, I gave up cooking compeletely.

Sometimes when I say to people that I can't cook, they would often say "But you are Chinese!", what's that got to do with anything? You know, sometimes I do think it's a shame that you can't shoot people for their stupidity.

Anyway, this is for your information only. After all, they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so while I'm still on the market, it's only wise to keep it hidden. I knew you would understand, Thank you!
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