Mmmmm. nomnomnom :3
So fun fact, cooking isn't my thing. Any recipe labeled "simple", "easy", or better yet a combination of both, is in my skill range. My Mom is an excellent cook; stir fry, chow phan, lok mai tong, lemon chicken; all fantastic. However, you may notice that ALL of those things are Asian. Asian. Asian.Asian. She trained me in the kitchen and becauase of this I can whip up a steaming pile of dumplings fluffier than clouds without a sweat, but non-Asian foods present a problem.
Today I tried to make a Nutella Mug Cake. I think it was made my a college student or something, because it takes very little effort or skill and it's "baked" in a microwave. I've heard quite a few people raving about it, so I wanted to test it out too. I was so proud of myself when i took out of the micowave and saw that delicious fluffy muffin top. I showed my Dad, and knowing my dangerous cooking skills, he still took a bite. I was delighted. Until i got to the bottom....
Cake Cocaine (AKA Unmixed Flour)
Gots me a bottom full of COCAINE. Lols, guess I'll stick with Asian food.
What I'm Wearing:
Tan Knit Sweater Cape -- Open Market in Hong Kong
Floral Bustier -- Forever 21
Lace Tank -- Hollister
Jeggings -- American Eagle
Bow Pumps -- AM
It was a lot cooler this morning when I got up, so that's why I'm wearing a sweater. It's warmed up nicely in the late afternoon, so I've shed that off by now. I don't have any other plans for today, just a little work and such. My poor Mother's down with a cold, so my Dad wants me around to keep an eye on her. My sister gave her this obnoxious cough that sounds like a cross between a wheezing buffalo and a dying moose. She's a buffalose.
It was nice talking to you all :3