Albino Stew

Ah Missy, it's been quiet here at BB. Mostly due to the xmas holidays and barely being at home to cook. Not to say that we haven't had a few dining mishaps. A couple of pearlers from our camping trip, well, already told you about my lean, mean eating machine friend. And if you can't remember, there were things such as drinking the leftover corn flavoured water from cooking the Maggi noodles out of an empty Heinz Beans can (gross!), drinking the leftover green curry from my Thai meal, drinking the leftover long life milk from my coco pops... lots of drinking it seems.

Some proof?

Pouring the corn flavoured water into the baked beans can... at least it wasn't Lupo doing it!

Then there was the night where we just went to Woolies and bought a roast chicken and other stuff for dinner. Now, I'm all for using hands to eat chicken, when it's approporiate. Camping trip? Appropriate. However, Lupo didn't merely daintily use his fingers to hold up a drumstick and nibble on the meat. He, at one stage, used both hands, shoved them in the centre of the chicken breast and then tore the chicken apart - with his bare hands!!!!!!!!!! Seriously! It was disgusting! I was apalled!!!! I'm not even gonna bother trying to describe what I thought of it - I'm sure you can imagine. Barbaric!

Reminds me of the time when we went out for dinner with my family and we had lobster. Lupo, who struggled with the "Asian" way of eating it, was fumbling with the leg bits and stuff. So I told him that it was ok to use his hands. What I meant was that it was ok to use his hands to assist him in getting to the meat. But what did he do? Again, put the leg bit in his bare hands and snapped it in two. I saw my mum's eyes widen and hand go over her mouth in shock! I've since tried explaining to Lupo that it's ok to use his finger tips to pick things up, but to put the entire piece of meat, lobster, chips, whatever, in his hands is a completely different matter!

Anyway, back to this post's heading: Albino Stew. So if you remember the last question of the Ultimate Jam Quiz from our wedding games, it was: "What is my favourite dish?" The answer to which is "chicken and potato stew in oyster sauce". So last night I told Lupo that that's what I wanted for dinner. Didn't give him too many instructions on how to make it, just made sure that he knew to put in chicken, onion and potatoes.

So I came home to dinner cooked, it smelt nice, and Lupo was very proud ;-)

While I was getting changed, Lupo started dishing it out. As I walked into the kitchen to see what it looked like, I was like, "Um, it's white??!!" You see, this dish that I like is always brown, coz of the oyster sauce. And Lupo's like, "Well, what colour is it meant to be?" And I was like, eh??? Coz we've made it soooooo many times!

I asked him if he'd put any oyster sauce in? And he said no, but that he'd flavoured it with salt. So I said that that was cool. But then he insisted on putting oyster sauce in. And I was trying to tell him that there was no need, as it'd just make it taste too salty. But he insisted. I said that he could put in a very small dollop.

Three massive dollops later...

Hmmm.... it was ok! Not too bad. Only complaint was that there wasn't enough chicken in it, so there wasn't enough for me to take some into work today. And I didn't want to just bring in potatoes and rice. Lupo at the rest of the potatoes for breakfast anyway!

I've said that I would like to eat fried rice for dinner tonight (coz we had so much leftover rice from yesterday anyway). We'll see if the fried rice efforts are good (or bad!) enough to make an appearance here tomorrow!