Cooking With Friends

Last year, we had a cooking day at C's place. This year, the hostess honour fell on me. Hawaiian Poke 101 with C, J, M, R, and yours truly last Sunday afternoon. It was an intense morning of cleaning, followed by an afternoon of craziness and an evening of sub-par Chinese food and Thursday Party in Nampo.

I never understood how people could live like pigs. Even if you could stand stewing in your own filth alone, when you know that you're going to have people over shouldn't cleaning be the first thing on your to-do list? Oh and hide potentially embarrassing awkward things, lace thongs, sticker photos with a guy you really like, you know, that sort of stuff.

 M mocking C's "non cubed" tuna chunks

by comparing them to his more superior ones.

His look of disbelief

at C sneaking bites of tuna sans sauce or condiments.

Ugly mixture in the process

of becoming this beautiful swan.

The cooking crew bids thee farewell, until next time.

We tried cooking again last night for M's video, but failed spectacularly and went out for dinner afterwards. It didn't help that our only ingredients were hot cheetos, sliced cheese, eggs, carrot sticks, shrimp, and bread crumbs. We coated stuff in a messy mixture of egg, hot cheetos, and bread crumbs before deep frying them. 

It didn't look that good.

It tasted worse than it looked.

But we look so happy here.