I'll be 23 in about an hour. I guess it's not a big deal. I've been accidentally answering "23" to "How old are you" questions for a couple months now anyway. It's an unconscious thing, don't ask me why...
Someone hinted (in a not so subtle way) that they'd like to know what stuff I like. I pondered, and pondered, wondering what "stuff" would make me happy. I'm not a material person (I only have one *gasp* multi-function handbag and I'm proud of it).
But as I was cooking the same old mixed-vegetable stirfry in my wok this evening (chop and toss!) it came to me...
I need new material. It's all about the "Teach a man to fish" mentality. Really, I want to move past the can-opener and electric water kettle. But all those recipe books are just so overwhelming. Hundreds and thousands of pages of "Easy-make" this and "Under 15 minutes" that... HOW DO I CHOOSE? The answer: I don't, and hide in the corner while my frozen lasagna heats in the microwave.
My egoistic birthday wish would be for my friends to share with me their one (and only one) favouritest home-cooked recipe.
Somehow "Tim's Mom's Black-Noodle-Thing" or "Bishnu's tupperware curry(!)" has more appeal than anything Betty Crocker ever made. Instead of "what will I make today", it'd become "who shall I eat today"? Neat! (no dirty jokes, guys)..
In conclusion, free things are often the best.
PS. Birthdays surrounded by exams suck!