Today was better

We all strive on a daily basis and in our own little ways to make every new day a better one than the day before. Given the low standards we achieved yesterday, this morning was easy.

The Son took one long sniff of the contents in his breakfast bowl and said "Is that the white food from Grandma's house?"

He's got a pretty good nose. I never said a word about the origins of this morning's breakfast.

This white food from Grandma's house is Da Bomb. It takes a week to plan and prepare. No one else is allowed to eat it. It's like they're preparing a meal for The Emperor.

Ingredients:

Japanese rice - the stuff that sells in the supermarket for S$20 a bag, boiled in
Home made chicken and pork bone stock, reduced from fresh chicken and pork bones, onions, garlic and celery boiled together for hours and then strained off,
mixed with carrots and a few choice soft vegetables, finely minced
and some finely minced lean pork, maybe chicken.

It's not unusual to arrive at my mother's house to find that only the Emperor's porridge has been prepared and there's no cooked food for anyone else. The rest of us have to dig in the fridge for leftovers. Once I got so hungry for something that was hot that I ate a bowl of the stuff and then got scolded.

Anyway, The Maid has left me with a long list of instructions on how to make porridge. The first 2 lines deal substantively with the relative locations of the uncooked rice and the pot. The 3rd line details how we wash rice. The 4th line deals with the water level in the pot before I start cooking. Or something like that. I haven't read it. If I do embark on this wondrous adventure, it will be the first time in my life I'm making porridge.

"Didn't you tell me before we were married that you make good rice?" asked The Husband.

"I lied. So what are you going to do about it now?"