Jan 29, 2010
[1 year ago]
“Love, I don’t like peeling onions. They make my fingers stink and they stay for like ages!”
“Oh, that’s not a big problem, baby,” he said. “I can do that.”
“I’m also not a very good cook.”
“But I am,” he informed me. “In fact, I have a better plan. Why don’t I cook and you prepare the rest, except for the onions part.”
“Deal!”
(This is a photo of my parents buying veggies. I just thought it goes with today’s post. lol)
[1 Year later]
He came back from work.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, the chicken are cubed. The veggies are ready. Rice is cooking in the pot.”
“..where are the onions?”
SIGH “Didn’t we agree that you’ll be doing that part?” I lamented, shaking my head.
“Those are easy job, you see..”
Our conversation goes the same almost everyday. It’s always the onion and garlic and ginger part. But of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me. Only he forgets sometime. Men. Even if you ask them to sign a private placement memorandum, they wouldn’t know what the thing is for. lol
PS: I still love you, Jaya, no matter how forgetful you are! :-P