Not-So-Creative In The Kitchen

I like to get creative in the kitchen sometimes, as mentioned, it is probably the only time I get to think out of the box.

It's like this - How about NOT using oyster sauce, instead try the Abalone OYSTER SAUCE? I know. Huh?!! :-) No, but at the very least I get to mix and match some ingredients so that it doesn't taste exactly like yesterday's dinner.

But for some reason today, I have absolutely no desire to get creative. The day started off fine, mind you, but after a while, the joy began waned. Maybe I am dead-tired sleepy. Maybe I just need a beer.

Or maybe it has something to do with the political scene in Malaysia whereby a politician received a death threat and a live bullet in his mail yesterday. This is dirty-dirty work, man. Although I do not favor anger and violence, I believe that one should face up to someone we don't agree with if we don't agree with them. Then have it out in words. Only people who are afraid of losing resort to name-calling, hair-pulling and threat-sending.

Anyway, that's not what this post is about.

I just find it funny that I don't feel very creative in the kitchen today. Everything is a little FML at the moment.

It's funny, you know. Some months back, someone offered me a lucrative writing job for *project not to be named because it is very political*. And now, I am being offered a writing job again...but more neutral this time.

Funny how life is. :-)

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