Stephelle’s Kitchen: London Edition
Chapter II: Life With a Glass Bottle
Chapter III: "Low-cost" London
we cooked in convenience
during the stay at Torquay house
because our room is an en’suite
everything is in there
first thought was like only the bathroom is in there
and for the price we paid
I couldn’t complain anymore
except there is no wifi in the room
by the way,
I am not supposed to talk about the room now
procrastination kills
too many blogs to compile now
before everything slips out of my mind
and wow..
the Queen, my room-mate
you will find out later
why she deserved this title
actually brought all these
and my cooking method
sort of underwent evolution
okay now I am confused
revolution is improvement, innovation
evolution is the something
to do with Leonardo Da Vinci
anyway, I think in my case
using the terms interchangeably
do not make much difference, right
alright… get back
day 1
this is how I cooked my pasta
soaked it in hot water
then microwave it
but this is so inefficient
because certain parts can’t be cooked well
who the heck asked me to buy spiral pasta
so I have to stir it evenly, a couple of time
stir, stand, stare
over and over again
then I realized
to make life easier
just leave them in hot water
a little bit longer
and all would be cooked
don’t stare, go shower first
to further simplify life
I sometimes ate directly from the pot
it’s feel like a mini hotpot, isn’t it
and feels healthier than microwaved pasta too
by the way
to own up
the previous photo is not a product of
Stephelle’s Kitchen
it’s donated by the Queen
because…
just to give you an rough idea
how much instant noodles she has brought
5 X 8 packs= 40 individual packs
then on a stormy and dark night
shit happened
she was angry with me
goodness knows why, as usual
like for the third or fourth time
during this particular trip
and she kept all the cutleries and utensils
I was mad
at the same time
felt quite funny over her ridiculously childish behaviour
(afterwards,
three days after the turbulent weather,
she explained that she kept all the stuffs
because she wanted to pack up earlier)
okay whatever
anyway
I survived
on an empty pasta sauce bottle
that was the night the mishap happened
and I was cooking in the dark
since she slept, almost everyday
before or by 9 p.m.
next morning
and thank goodness
this is inspired by
those café which charges a lot more
by serving drinks in glass bottles like this
for 7 days
I survived on this
and I kept the glass bottle in my locker
without locking it up
just in case
the cleaner thought this is actually a trash
and threw it away
soak it
stir it
eat it
it is as simple as that
and I actually planning to use this
for my global marketing project
as part of a marketing strategy
a “recipe” section for our food product
our?
ya it’s actually a pair-work
between me and the Queen
so should I actually kneel on my knee
and say thank you to her
if not for her,
I would not have thought of this
and I easily and happily lived on
after she left a few days earlier than me
with all her precious utensils and cutleries
and this is actually a long term benefit
since I can practically use this cooking method
for all the many more back-packing trips to come
life is awesome
if you learn and choose to
look at the better side of it
especially..
life with a glass bottle
