Clever Cooks

Wanting wontons

Once, on a cold July night, the thought of wonton soup was enough to make the hungry mortgager wanton and weak-willed enough to stop by at a noodle shop on the way home from work. After perusing a laminated menu decorated with spelling mistakes such as ‘pettitoes’ and ‘vagetables’, the mortgager ordered the much-anticipated wontons and parted with their precious $9.50. Fifteen minutes later, they were confronted by this:

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Clever Cooks

The not-so-clever cook

My mum hates dining out. She doesn’t understand why we should pay more for a meal that she can cook better herself. Hence we ate home-cooked meals three times a day, seven days a week and I grew up seeing dining out as an elusive, adult indulgence.  Continue reading