Home Ec

Yeah, I think I took this class in 8th grade. I made some kind of stuffed elephant pillow and conned our teacher that instead of making eggs and pancakes for our breakfast exam, we didn’t have time for that, so we needed to make toaster waffles. She agreed and I got an A.

Fast forward to year 2008 and yeah, I can still make waffles, but not sure I could sew an elephant pillow if I tried – pattern or no pattern. Dishes? That is what the dishwasher is for (or in China – our Ayi is for). However, as fate would have it our beloved Ayi is sick and she probably won't be back until AFTER Chinese New Year (ie – February 10th!) Wow – say what? I have to do my own dishes and fold my underwear again? Well, maybe it is time for me to become a domestic goddess after all.

Actually it is probably a good challenge for me. I am having more time lately and I like it. It is amazing what a crummy job can do to your attitude. I was not having any fun at all. Yes, I do miss the nurses, doctors and the patients (notice I didn’t say bosses) and maybe after 2 weeks of doing dishes I’ll think differently, but for now I’m going to enjoy it.

In fact, tomorrow, don’t hold your breath or anything – but I’m taking a cooking class with some friends. Indian food. Yeah, one of my friends is a fabby cook, so maybe I’ll have her take pictures of me trying not to cut my finger off when slicing eggplant. Maybe the blood and gore will improve my ratings.