During my single days, there was one place in our house that you’ll never find me in – the kitchen. I loved the dining place but not the kitchen. I loved food but not the preparation. I loved to eat but not to cook. And yes, not even the cleaning up. Despite all these, I am very good in cooking rice even without a rice cooker (wink wink).
When I got engaged with my husband whose Mom happens to be a superb cook, I remember my own mother warning Vincent about my weakness. But praise God, Vincent was kind enough to still accept me for who I am and marry me anyway. Haha! Continue reading