Some Like it Haute

this is an incredibly inane post. click away if you don't think you can handle anything that only requires an IQ of less than room temperature to understand.

but i feel the need to justify my dislike for donuts and cupcakes. so this post shall be titled:

why i don't eat donuts and cupcakes.

the reason behind my adversion to donuts is pretty simple. in fact, i have even repeated the story a couple of times. once upon a time, i was a china-chow kid who could not stomach western food, preferring wanton noodles and duck rice to mcdonalds and happy meals. when i was about ten, my parents decided to widen our (my sisters and i) horizons by taking us on a road trip through the united states of fast food. we spent long hours on the road, four to six, sometimes even eight hours on travelling from one state to another. i was susceptible to car sickness and so every pit-stop was sheer relief, served on a caviar platter.

but food-wise, it was impossible to find dim sum serving restaurants and at almost every pit-stop, there was a hufe-a** dunkin donut sign looming above my head. nausea plus utter disdain for fast food so didn't go well with me and since then, i have developed an aversion to donuts as they reminded me of that sickened feeling i had.

and plus, donuts smell fugly. don't you think so.. ? erm maybe not..

as for cupcakes, i must admit i have tried one. not that i am dying to.. well in a way, a muffin-lovin' carboholic such as myself should find the princessy-looking treat a wonder.. but fate so has it that i have a phobia of icing.

see the biscuits on the left? well i would eat them, minus the icing. i would bite the icing off, spit it away, relishing the biscuit-ey part.. same with oreos- i never have the cream, only the biscuit. i know those are the best parts, but they are just too teeth-cringing sweet.. even for my sweet tooth. weird but true.

so the inch-thick icing on cupcakes really doesn't do it for me -ducks bullets from cupcake purists-

dear reader, are you still there? or have u collapsed unknowingly to this flapdoodle daftness? by the way, flapdoodle is a real word. haha..

andi and heiko made hungarian ghoulash tonight.. recipe was adapted from andi's mum (thanks to skype) and the boys started preparing at one in the afternoon, watching the ghoulash bubble away whilst reading management texts in the kitchen.

the taste was definitely on par with the effort put in and there wasn't even a need for cutlery since the garlic baguettes outperformed themselves by posing as 'offical mops of the meal'.

today i popped by the school library to print all my flight tickets and itineraries. the only reason why i ever visit the library since i don't print school notes. haha.. yang- seven days, three pairs of shoes... and you are asking me why i think its too much!?

one more day!