It all started that we decided not to hire a confinement lady and mil was not willing to help to cook and mummy did not noe how to cook confinement food, hubs gamely took up the role of the confinement chef..He borrowed books from his mum to learnt the various confinement food, try to cook them through trial & error..
During my short pregnancy, he cooked for me every wkend to allow me to eat more nutritious food. To cook dinner, hubs need to start preparing at 3pm, some times to marinate the meat, sometimes to double boil the soup..Many times, he dun have time to rest after preparation as he will take some time to wash up den realised it's time to start cooking so tat it will be in time for dinner as I get hungry easily then...
Later, when I miscarriaged, he was forced to fast forward his confinement cooking adventures and start cooking for me as it is believed that I should haf a mini confinement even though I did not give birth. As I'm a fussy eater, its easier for hubs to cook for me as he noes my likes and dislikes at the bak of his hand. He also would not force me to take food that I dun eat..hehe..
At times, when we ate outside, hubs would try to re-create the dish tat we ate...Didnt taste like the stall sometimes but still was no where far from it...For instance, when we had the salted egg fried chickie the other day at the zhe char stall near our hse and I told him its nice, and then he start to tink of how to re-create this dish...
Knowing tat I love soup, he would also cooked different kind of soup every wk for me, lotus pork ribs soup, winter melon soup, ABC soup, he tried his best to boil them for me every wk..Often, he would also cook his fav fried food, making home made fries or self marinate fried chickie...
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