We spent a lot of time in the kitchen, playing our own individual role when comes to domestic tasks. I cook while he puts the laundry away, hangs them and keeps them. (Occasionally some almost mishaps) Sometimes he would help me out in cooking; cutting butternut pumpkin etc. Needless to say, he's a wonderful sous chef. A damn bloody gorgeous looking one too.
4 months have flied, I haven't stop cooking and Paul is still alive after eating food cooked by me. Somehow I'm cooking more than usual, especially with my birthday gift from Paul: Nigella Lawson's recipe book. I tried some recipes from her book and I think I'm not exactly a book follower in terms of following the measurement and sometimes I'm too cheapskate to get some ingredient knowing that I am probably going to use it once. The results haven't been compromised and sometimes substituting an ingredient is a form of innovation and creativeness displayed in cooking.

One of the many dishes--
Sunday Brunch:
Hakka Yong Tau Foo: vegetables and tofu cubes heaped with fresh fish paste, spring onions and chillies dipped in yellow bean and garlic sauce.