I had some leftover veggies and rice from the last time, which need to be eaten.
Thought of making a big meatball to go with them.
It reminded me of my mum’s world best meat balls (for me). Which always made me sneaked into the kitchen to take one or two without being caught and scolded. Like a little mouse and now Jr is that little mouse in my kitchen.🙂
I would say this time the meatball didn’t turn out to be the way I wanted but it was still nice though. Usually I would add more ingredients to it but this time I just wanted a simple one and somehow I added in more salt than usual. Therefore slightly a bit salty.
Surprisingly it matched well with the other stars and mostly because of the sauce. It gave the ordinary star an indescribable taste. Eating with all those stars together it covered up the salty taste so well that it was fine and enjoyable in the end. It always surprised me whenever I thought “oh no”.
It’s kind of difficult when you are your own criticizer.
I could recall when I had all my stars together and everything went so well and then that moment came where I stood there and had no idea why I plated the stars like that. Me fighting with myself and felt so desperated. Can you imagine how unhappy I was…then I realized, it really didn’t matter how I plated the stars because the one I love will eat the food I made and felt blessed. I am the one who is always so strict to myself. What was the point of my cooking?
Showing love in action to those who needs it and I already have done it. Whenever I thought of them and trying to cook a meal to fill up their hungry stomach. Spending time and caring for others, that is called love. Silly me…how could I forget it.
Little sharing here: last friday night when I was in a hurry to caught my bus, I asked a man if I could order the meal first. He let me go first and I was so thankful for that. I asked him if I could pay his order but he refused it. So we were kind of argueing at the cashier. Then I just tapped my credit card and paid his order. Cheeky me! The man stood there with his daughter and couldn’t believe I did that. He thanked me and said, He never experienced this and especially here in this country… I just pointed my finger up. His order was only two milk shakes….it wasn’t about the price it was the action. I hope I could show him this kind of love at that moment. I for sure could feel his kindness and willing to let me go first.
Little action could cause more than you can imagine.
My stars were: pork meatballs, kale, jalapeno and black rice