Sunday, April 05, 2015

When the cat is away...

... the mice comes out to make prawn noodle!
Yes sad as that may sound, I have to resort to doing this secretively.
For some men, when the wife is gone for the weekend, they may have other wilder stories to share. Alcohol. Women. Smoking. Fast cars etc.
For me, it's food.

If you are married to an AngMoh, you may understand. Certain smells do not agree with Kris and the kids. Particularly shrimpy and fishy smells.

You should have seen her reaction when we were dating, the first time I used belacan. From the other side of the house, I hear "What the hell is that???" and her running outside, thinking it was some chemical spill (and they say Malaysia doesn't have biochemical weapons? The silly Westerners obviously have not encountered belacan and durian).

Anyway, this was my lunch(es). I had a pack of prawn noodle paste. One that I had hiding in the deep corner of my pantry, only because I didn't want my wife to leave me and Child Protection Services to come and take my kids away- so I have not used this. For years. Hence the baik sebelum date of April 2013. But then again I've been away from Malaysia too long, and I don't read Bahasa Malaysia anymore and so those words meant nothing. Probably date of manufacture, huh?

Out I went to the store to buy some spaghetti (it's a decent substitute), veggies and shrimp. And gleefully put it together. And I made a potful that it lasted me for two heavenly meals.

It's been 8 hours since my last bowl. My gut is still behaving normally, so I take it this means I'm in the clear and won't die of food poisoning (but if this is my last blog ever, you know what happened).

The wife and kids get back from Wisconsin (visited the in-laws for the Easter weekend- I have to work tomorrow so could not join)- I pray the smell dissipates out of the house by then. Otherwise I'm going to be in trouble.