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Showing posts with label MySis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MySis. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2008

Invaded by Chicken Tartlets!

Do you guys watch Astro’s AFC (Asian Food Channel)? My mom does. My mom and all her 5 sisters as well. Not to mention her Al-Quran reading class and her SPPUM club as well. There’s always some kind of verbal cook-off between them every time there’s a kenduri or an open house or... well, senior housewives after all.

Mak’s favourite area of makes-family-fat expertise are pies and tarts. In fact, anything that can be dumped onto a bread/pastry/carbohydrate-swollen base and baked in the microwave is what Mak loves to do.

Something they work and sometimes they don’t *cough*seafood quiche*cough*.

But her chicken tartlets definitely works.


What I woke up to breakfast this morning.


I guess it had something to do with watching that show a few details about making pies, like egg wash instead of butter to coat the pans. So the night before, Mak made some creamy white sauce and fried some chicken mince meat with mixed veggies and then mixed them together to become the pie filling.


Hey, these look great!


Too bad MySis wasn’t around to learn the pie-making, now that AbangHuzir is back from overseas and their family is at their home (my sister needs to be around people, in case her pregnancy get complicated). She would have swiped them to oblivion (me and MySis are like evil witches. Between us, pies disappear like magic! *hehehe!*).


Creamy insides.



The filling consists of minced chicken, mixed veggies, white sauce, tiny cubed potatoes and chopped mushrooms.


Mak really goes free with the white sauce this time. When eaten hot, it’s like biting into a pastry cupcake of thick chicken and mushroom soup. I hope she remembers to re-heat it before she serves them to her reading class but it’s nice when eaten cold as well. Kind of like a picnic food.

Speaking of picnics, I hope Mak doesn’t mind me sneaking a couple of these for my lunch! *hehehe!*


Aiyo, better remember not to open my bag during class. Their nicely-baked smell is kind of strong.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

My Baby Nephew No.2 - In UltraScan

It was raining like bathroom shower this morning; the weather just pours and pours and after that, the sky was still so cloudy and the light was so bright, it made sense for the lazy ones to creep back under the bedclothes, turn on our air-conditioning to 20’C, lullaby-ed by the Astro TV and wait for clear weather by night time so we can jamm and party.

Man, that’s sounds definitely bliss.

I would love to join the slug club but weekends signals the cleaning hour in this household. We don’t have a maid, so it’s vacuum, mop, dust, wipe, wash, scrape, scrub, polish, shine - and that’s just on the havoc made by the 2-year-old midget-demon.

Imagine what it’s like when MySis fully develops BabyNabil 2.0 and weekends will bring forth two brat-boys.


This is... NoNameYet.



Captured from another angle.



This is part of the video. He kept covering his face with his arm (aiyo, kecik-kecik dah camera-shy...).


MySis went to her gynaecologist in TTDI (the near-D’sara-Utama’s TTDI) and had a belly see-through, just to check on NoNameYet, who’s due in May. There’s every indication that he’s going to look like his big brother, possibly even (God forbid!) be something like his brother.

There’s a lot of baby males in clan of AbangHuzir (bro-in-law). His elder brother’s family possessed a pair of identical twin boys and their younger brother. The sister’s family has two boys as well and one very tomboyish little girl.

These babies below age 6 all gather under their Grandma’s roof almost every Saturday or Sunday. Seeing how BabyNabil was being the boss of everything without his cousins, I can only imagine what the scary situation is when 6 Devils vs. 1 Grandma.

I said I can only imagine, because I really, really rather not be around to witness it. MySis tells some pretty scary horror stories; screaming, shouting, barking, running, tugging, fighting, scratching, rolling, kicking, climbing, falling, crying.

Pretty much, what macho baby-boys always do.

Apparently, to keep the peace, Grandma keeps a whipping rotan for every child. I saw those rotans on one visit the other day, which is actually kind of short. I think it was mostly for intimidation as to a kid that short (and naughty), it was as long as his arm.

So MySis is going to give the paternal family another male infantile unit by May.

I can only hope for many, many sunny days in the future because, as seen today, babies have to stay indoors during the wet shower hour.

And I still haven’t cleaned up the slimy horror on the staircase. If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to get a mop.

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