Are We On The Same Channel?

You may look at the moon and wonder if someone you used to know long time ago is looking at the same moon and thinking about the same thing you might be thinking of like what in the world are you doing in the middle of a night looking up the sky as if your real home is somewhere out there in the celestial domain, forgetting for a second or two that your real home is right here in the terrestial precinct where you've gotta pay your cukai pintu or else they're gonna seal up your house for good and you won't have a place to stay to cook a decent meal like the New England Clam Chowder the way Chef Micheal is teaching you how to do it on Asian Food Channel.

I'm watching Asian Food Channel and thinking if my friend in Kuching is tuning in to the same programme because I know for certain that when she has the remote commander in her hand, you can bet all the properties you own that she won't let anyone watches any other channel. Not even when aliens have landed right behind her house to have a look at the herb garden she has so they can steal a few leaves of daun kesom to take it back where they came from so they can experiment with something like Asam Pedas Melaka, or Assam Laksa.

My friend in Kuching is a talented cook. I know she won't like it that I call her 'my friend in Kuching' because she'd rather have me call her Priscilla, and so I'd better behave and do the thing she says or she's gonna call me 'my friend in KL' instead of Bergen. And that won't make either one of us to feel good about it because it's rather funny to call someone by a phrase that runs almost into a full sentence.

Prissy learns to cook from a very young age, experimenting from Australian Women Weekly magazine. I wrote about this magazine in my first blog (which has been deleted). I also wrote about Punjabi Women Weekly, and how it got the cook, and the men in the rig I used to work all fired up. I'll publish it again later.

Maybe I'll never be able to cook as well as Prissy, which is okay because in my book the real chef at home is this special friend from Kuching who can whip up great dishes that can knock your socks off. Or your toupee if you're wearing one. Or your dentures.

So while I watch Chef Micheal prepares New England Clam Chowder with dill, and home-made bread with dill, I'm looking at the moon outside and thinking, have I paid the cukai pintu?