I thought it was great. Apparently, the insides were not really cooked. So yeah, my sister (who is a great cook) didn't eat lunch. I ate 3 chickens before realizing that I didn't cook it right.
When I get a job and have money, I will take some time to enroll in cooking classes. Just the basic ones.
You see, my mom was not really a good cook. She didn't know how to cook until she was married. My dad, however, cooked his first meal when he was 6. My mom had to learn from my dad. Which is not bad since my dad really loves her and does not care if my mom can or can't cook.
But my dad's family is another matter.
I won't go into that tonight.
I want to share a memory. About how good my dad and my sister cooks. And how I envy them.
My sister creates soups. I remember thinking that we should open a restaurant specializing in soups. I could be the manager and my sister could be the head chef. She mixes ingredients and then poof they're delicious. It's like she doesn't even have to try.
My dad got into the phase where he cooked us a lot of gourmet meals. I was looking forward to going home every weekend just because of the meals. And the desserts! My dad made the best maja ever! And I mean, I could eat an entire tray if it wasn't frowned upon. :)
So yes, my dad and my sister can cook very well. My mom is getting better by the minute. She made pininyahang manok the other night. Tsk. I have to get three helpings. :D And I envy them.
Because up until now, all I can cook perfectly is Sinigang.