was a sound I thought Mr Catfish had made. Awkwardly placed lying on the plate, I thought it couldn’t be possible. Nevertheless, I thought I should at least check on the poor frozen thing, just in case it was still alive.
If it was, I’d probably let it go. No, Mr Tock does not have the heart to be a guilty party of any kind of murder.
Indeed, Mr Catfish has to be dead. And so I wasted no further second and proceeded to take him to his favourite bath of tumeric, sesame oil and black soy sauce concoction. He enjoys no other bath, because this one makes him smell especially delicious, so very yummy. Of course he needed help to move, the poor thing.
Mr Catfish has always been a funny child. He started playing with noodles when he was just but a tiny tadpole. In the end, I should think he would have loved to be buried together with noodles.
Am I evil? NO! I am just. My name is Tock the Just. Heck, even I can be the new CJ in Malaysia if I wanted to. At the very least I could guarantee you that Mr Catfish is safely tucked away in the darkest of chambers, never to re-emerge again…
NEXT: Western Dinner
NEXT: Fried Meehoon
My housemates and I decided it would be House Cleaning Day last night. Nice what, lovely Saturday evening (fact is it’s almost 5 degrees Celcius outside, so we decided to stay within the comfort of our heaters =P ). So we cleaned. Well, they cleaned. I cooked. Love cooking. They loved it too. My cooking, that is. RIGHT GUYS?
Why I will never accept nothing less than fresh prawns: Sweet and springy meat when slightly cooked, skin used to boil and produce prawn stock for further use, can absorb flavours quickly while being cooked. NEVER GOING TO USE SAINSBURYS COOKED PRAWNS EVER AGAIN!
ps. – anybody wanna send message to Mr Catfish? His family still in the freezer, can pass to them instead.