Making a meal out of it

Meals are complicated businesses. When to have, what to have, where to have and how much to have.

Last night was a bit of an episode. Dinner was something I had looked forward to. Ma had made noodle chicken meatball soup. The smell of the soup filled the house and my nostrils when I stepped in the door. I had not had a proper meal in the day (which I shall not elaborate, for fear of abject disapproval from the Dear !) and so I was anticipating dinner. The scent of the pepper in the soup and the chunky pieces of chicken excited the senses and whetted my appetite. I was literally salivating every time I entered the kitchen.

However, patience was what was exercised. Dear said he will come by for dinner and so I waited for him to arrive. Ma popped in to say dinner was ready at 6-ish and I told her I'll have it later. She said noodles are ready and I asked if there was rice. She asked if Dear was coming by, he would prefer to have the rice. So Ma cooked a pot of rice.

Dear came by and we were both famished. I went to the kitchen to get my bowl of noodles and prepared rice for dinner. That was when Elder Sis said there was no more noodles. She had just taken a bowl to feed the kids and only bee hoon was left. She then said in a very unhappy tone that Ma had just boiled a packet of the yellow mee. I told her I'm fine with the rice or bee hoon but she was already preparing to boil another pack of noodles. Ma heard and interjected and then loud voices all round.

I was so fed up, I put back the crockery and told Dear that we should leave and have dinner outside. He was perplexed by the episode and left to me to decide. I packed up my stuff and changed.

Told Ma that I was leaving and she was upset that we didn't have the food. She then started to pack up the food for us to bring back. By then, I had lost my hunger and appetite. I told her there wasn't a need to and she said there was so much left and who will finish it. I said if there isn't enough then we do not need to have the food and I wanted to just walk away from the unhappiness. She started the waterworks and got Ayu to pass the food to us as we were walking towards the lift.

*sighs*

So we had dinner and dinner. Went home and sulked a little bit more.

Dear made sandwiches for breakfast for me. Easy, fast, no fuss affairs. I'd rather go without food but then the committee of enquiry aka Dear will be on my case. So better to accept then to argue.

Meals, really are complicated business. Dear asked where shall we go for dinner tonight. I have a feeling it will all end in petty arguments and major sulking.

P/S: Naturally I felt bad after deciding to skip dinner at home. I should had just had dinner there and let all the bad stuff float overhead. I should also have thought of the Dear. He was tired and hungry, having travelled an hour plus from work to come back to my place.

Note to self

I am not a patient person. I am stubborn and I want things to go my way. Case in point, the names of our future kids.

The Dear wanted to have the kids (or kid) names to include his ancestral and surname. I want the kids' names to be simple. The name and the kids' dad's name. That is "something Dear". Easy and simple to remember.

However, Dear was quite insistent to have his surname on the birth certificates. Insisted even if it means having to drop his ancestral names. Dear's name is four words long consisting of 42 characters excluding spaces. Imagine that ! His name is just 5 characters long and that would mean the kids having more than 42 characters in their names ! Imagine the time taken to fill up their names in tiny boxes and then having to "darken the corresponding circles" in the OAS during exams ! *faints*

And then the Dear added. He wants the kids to have two names. Each reflecting their parents' different cultures and backgrounds. Then I fumed. And I sulked. And I blow the house down. Guess who was not the happy camper ? There was another underlying reason for the vehmence of my disagreement but it's another story to be told at another time.

So anyways. For now, we had come to some kind of truce. It's peace time until the next event to engage protest and demonstrations. Let us enjoy the tranquility until then. Who knows, we may not even have any kids at all so any arguments is kind of a moot point. At the rate we are going, chances are, by the time we are ready to have kids, we'd be too old and decrepit to have any. As the French say, "Cest la vie !"