To commemorate that fateful day in July 2007 when my Mama first "gotcha" me, we had a small celebration at home. At first Mama wanted to invite the usual gang to a party but as she had a flu, decided against it. The celebration started from morning until midnight. Serious! They came in small doses but I savour every moment.
There I was relaxing next to the hibernating queen, waiting for Mama to prepare breakfast.
Hmmm...some interesting cooking happening there.
Aah...poffertjes. Yummm....those tiny morsels of delight also known as Dutch pancakes. We had those with honey.
Mama said she made the poffertjes to also celebrate the Dutch team's achievement in the World Cup. I'm not complaining. Oh, there's no recipe for this coz we got the pancake mix from the big guy at Parklea Market. Just add water, the instruction on the packet says.
We then spent the day gardening, mostly weeding as the rain has encouraged growth of some weeds in the pots. Some of the plants are also infected by pests and we had to spray white oil on them.
Come midday, Mama went to the kitchen again and made some fried noodles. She was really spoiling me rotten. The noodle dish has loads of prawns and veggies in it. Yumm....
Want some? No, you can't. It's all mine.
And just when I thought it wouldn't get any better, Mama made chocolate chip cookies laden with heaps of macadamia nuts for afternoon tea. I had the cookies with Milo. I think the whole block could smell the aroma of the cookies.
Some people say Mama's choc chip cookies are better than that "famous" brand. I agree.
My stomach was so full with all those pancakes, noodles and cookies that I had to decline Mama's offer of dinner. "But tell me if you're hungry again, OK?," she said.
Even Angelina woke up from her slumber to help me celebrate. I couldn't be eating all those delish stuffs alone now, could I?
Later in the evening, my stomach was growling and I was begging for a light supper. So I have a bottomless pit of a stomach, OK? Mama has been so cooperative all day that I was at first hesitant to beg. But as it was my special day, she still went to the kitchen and cook up something. Hmmm....what else I wonder....
I could hear some stir frying, chili in the pan (everyone sneezed), then some mashing and bashing and more frying....to produce these:
Aah...cekodok pisang and sambal ikan bilis. We ate these while watching Germany demolish Argentina. Sweet.....
And that's how we celebrated my "gotcha" day. har har har *evil laughs*