What You Put Inside You

No!!!! Dont be gross! 

I am talking about food!!

sheesh....

I have never been the best cook, or a very interested one. I am not the kind of person who takes up cooking class or pays attention when mum is stirring something up in the kitchen (though I need to get cracking on writing down those recipes), but sometimes, when I get the urge to put some good food into my body, I do it.


It comes as no breaking news that after a show, or during a show, or sometimes before a show begins, I could be spotted with a glass of wine, or a glass of brandy to calm the nerves or to relieve the sinus attack that loves to run it's battle plan just before I get on stage. And usually, by the time I get home and into bed, I could probably be giggling a little bit too much and craving a bowl of Maggi Mee. Of course, without a second thought (I usually never say no supper, especially when there is Maggi Mee involved) the pot is on a fire and a packet is being ripped open! Anyone who knows me will know what I am talking about, and even if you dont know me, if you live in Malaysia, you know what I am talking about. I wonder how many packets of Curry Maggi Mee is opened everyday... Hmmm ok out of topic.


This of course leads to the morning after. With a heavy head, a dry mouth and hazy memories seeping in from the night before, the empty bowl and pot in the sink is enough to snap me to the most important moment of the night. I had maggi mee... and it was good.. and so bad for me (no matter what it says on the packaging!)!!

That's when I cook my favorite asparagus pasta. So simple, almost tasteless (unless I add in a dash of wine like I am supposed to but dont always have) but always the best cure for my hangover, not because it has any magical-hang-over cure, but just because I think it is doing me good. Just the thought is enough for me to justify doing it all over again next weekend! Yikes!

So anyway, I made myself a big bowl yesterday of this pasta. And as I shared it with a friend, all I could think about was how happy it made me to cook this dish and how healthy I was being (only for THAT meal of course, no need to ask me what I had for lunch today). Yes it was pasta, yes there was meat, yes there was wine. Some may have called the meal unhealthy! But I really dont care. The way I see it, if the food makes me feel like I am doing something good for my body, then it is good enough for me.


Even a glass of red wine is said to be good for the heart.. who am I to argue?



;) cheers! (-noun. A shout of encouragement, approval, encouragement etc.... usually following the clinking of glass containing alcohol!!!)