Thursday, October 27, 2005
How could I ever forget to describe the pau incident?! Before a scatter-brain of me forgets, here it is:
Yesterday morning, my mother wanted to eat pau (not you pearl! =D ) for breakfast so she steamed some in a pot (new one, mind you) while I was washing up in the toilet. When I came out of the toilet, I found her very frustrated because she could not open the pot cover! I saw her trying to lift the cover but to no avail so I offered to help. Unfortunately, I met with the same plight of not being able to open it. The cover wouldn't even budge. When asked how she manged to get the cover stuck, my mum said that she had left the paus boiling for too long, the cover went 'pop' and the its centre dented on its own. (I am thoroughly amazed at this particular pot. Never heard of one so intimidating.) For the next ten minutes or so, we pulled, pushed, yanked, tugged at it. We even used a screw driver to try to pry open the pot cover. People passing by our kitchen window seriously must have thought us mad. Indeed, my hungry mother was so mad she threatened the pot that if it didn't open, she would throw it away as well as the paus. Of course, pots and paus are deaf. I lifted the whole pot by the pot cover and started shaking it. My mum chided me for that because we would get
soggy paus. Oh well, it was worth a try. =) In the end, we ate something else for breakfast. I entered the kitchen again to wash my plate and I discovered that something was sizzling. I turned around to see what was making the noise.
It was the pot! I immediately called my mum who rushed to the kitchen and we both stared at the sizzling pot. When the sizzling became softer, I gently lifted the cover and TA DA! THE POT WAS OPEN! So. The pot finally opened didn't it? To reveal two big, fuzzy-wuzzy,
soggy paus. Guess I shook it too hard! =)
