This is yet another quickie and simple dish from me. While it’s a simple dish, it has a very huge meaning to me. Why? I will tell you why.
My husband…. is a lazy ass who will make bloody shits of excuse or even go to war in Iraq if I asked him to cook.
The excuse would be endless. The most common one would be “It’s a waste of time” (He’d rather drives out miles away to eat out) as well as “I don’t know where you put the stuff” (Good grief… the kitchen is Wonderland, issit, dunno where I put the stuff and can get lost inside…tsk tsk tsk…).
Despite of being skinny to a fault. I am like an elephant. I never forget. Especially when people do things for me. I would remember them for the rest of my life, or for as long as God permits me to. (So don’t make me pissed, okay? I will remember the bad things too!)
I can still remember. The last time my husband cooks a meal for himself was many years back. More than 5 years ago. It was Cintan Mushroom Chicken instant noodles. I could remember it clearly because… I was relatively indisposed and he fed me with it. Tasted awful. The instant noodles was very soggy and the eggs was overcooked. I couldn’t even move my body out of the bed back then and he was probably starving to even consider eating out or wait for me to cook for him. (No choice, he had to cook, hahaha… or else, don’t you evenÂ dare to dream on catching him dead in the kitchen. LMAO)
And the last dish that he cooked for me to eat when I was as flaccid as rotten vegetable was fried potato with soya sauce, also more than 5 years ago. I remembered it well, because it tasted rather good, and had me crave for more after that. (Thank God not all his cooking tasted like the awful Cintan!) I didn’t really know how to cook that stuff back then, as my cooking are usually the spicy kind.
It was simple fried potato with soya sauce. I had them with plain rice. Simple, but it really touched my heart and made me love him more, cuz he is an awful cook and like my father, he is the kind who were brought up by their respective mothers to prefer going to war or something rather than cook. It was installed in their mindset that cooking is ‘women’s fucking job’, and I believe there’s no effective way to un-install this shitty program from their brain.
Anyway, it is a comfort to know that he would fight a battle in the kitchen for me, and feed me with some food when I’m relatively indisposed or sick.
My husband can really make nice, fried potatoes with soya sauce. And I felt like eating it again a a couple of days ago.
I wasn’t sick or anything the other day though, and so, instead of waiting for miracle to happen again *cough*, I took out the necessary ingredients to cook fried potatoes with soya sauce, and share it with him. My recipe is an improvised version, though. Here’s how I ‘abridged’ my husband’s original fried potato with soya sauce.
5 medium sized potatoes, sliced
3 tablespoon of oyster sauce
5 tablespoon of light soya sauce
1 teaspoon of chopped garlic
Some cooking oil
Half cup of water
Salt and pepper to taste
Here’s how you do it:
Clean the potatoes, get rid of the skin, and cut the potatoes like in the picture above, and fry them til golden brown. Take them out and put aside.
Pour away the oil til and leave some inside the wok to sautÃ© with the chopped garlic.
Add in the oyster sauce, soya sauce and water. Stir. And let the sauce sizzle and thickens. Before adding the fried potatoes. Make sure the sauce coat the potatoes evenly. Add a bit of salt and pepper to taste in you prefer.
Take out from the wok before the potatoes turned mushy, and serve hot with plain rice.
NOTE: If you prefer the fried potatoes with soya sauce to be sweet, add in half a teaspoon of honey into it. It’ll do the trick, and your children will be asking for more.
Cleffairy: The most recent time where my husband actually made something for himself in the kitchen was mid April 2010, and it was Nescafe instant mix. (Cuz I was tired and was sleeping away my fatigue) Will update you folks if he ever cook again, and let you buy lotto with the date. And if you get lucky, please remember to treat me something nice to eat! LOL.
ps: Obviously don’t give a damn about all the shitty cholesterol. It’s my problem if I wanted to go inside my grave early, ok?