Breaking away from the usual cooking and food post. I met some friends and got reminded one of the best times in my life.
It was about 8-9 years ago. I was between college and university and decided to work a lil to get some money.
So being in my early twenties, I took up this table waiting job, in a cafe right opposite Hock Choon Supermarket and a stone throw away from my aunt house.
So I take orders, send the food, clean the tables, make coffee and all that. And I get to spend time helping the cook to prepare the ingredients for the next meal. So one day, the grumpy-owner had a big fight with the cook and she immediately pack her stuffs and walk off.
So, no cook and guess who step up to fill in. Me.
I still remember the stares and the laughter from my other fellow table-waiting colleagues.
“I can cook mrs. Kwek” I repeat myself.
So the next morning and for the rest of the 8 months, I was the cook until I had to stop working and go back to uni.
That 8 months passes so quickly as I was counting moments of planning the menu for the cafe, making shopping list, and adding twist to the usual menu.
And I remember the compliments from the lunch crowds. It’s an embassy area, where dine-customers are mainly foreigners and they do ask for the chef whenever they tasted something they like.
There was a time, where life is good.
p/s: nice meeting with you guys, thenomadgourmand & UnkaLeong.