I was shocked that they were shocked. What gave them the idea? or what didn’t give them the idea that I can cook? Hmmm…

Today, 22 May is the feast day of our town’s patron, Santa Rita de Cascia. We had been cooking vats and large pots of food since Saturday because one of my aunties and half a tribe of hungry friends descended on us yesterday, Sunday - kaduspirasan (on the eve) - to avoid the fiesta traffic and to go to a feast without being absent from work, I suppose.

A few hours ago, some of my mother’s friends came over after work. They realised I was the one in the kitchen cooking since they were in the adjacent dining room. They probably thought I was just puttering around boiling some water and reheating the food because when they saw me wrestling a vat of bringhe, they were astounded at how I was really the one cooking!!?!?!? They were flabbergasted.

Well, I WAS flabbergasted that they were especially after I overheard one of them say she thought all I did was bury my nose in books when I was off at that posh university on the hill. Hmmm… what does one have to do with the other? And of course I’m bristling at the implication.

I really don’t know where people get their ideas about me. I never pretended to be a spoilt, pampered princess who has never had soot on her dress. The funny thing is, this is perhaps the nth time this has happened.

I wonder what they’ll say when they see I’m quite adept at slaughtering and plucking a chicken, or even decapitating and skinning frogs. Hehehe!

P.S. The above is to keep the blog current. I’ll still publish my backlog posts. Please check backwards every few days or so. Thanks for the patience!