Carrot and Tomato Soup, Creamy Tomato Pasta, Chocolate Puddle Pudding

My sweet pea is into her "domestic" mode.  Ever since her first successful chocolate cake, she was really keen to venture into the kitchen again.  This time round, she prepared dinner for us.

Though the texture and presentation are not pro yet, somehow this dinner was the best I ate.  

Her carrot and tomato soup.

I wonder whether she did the right calculaton of the chicken stock.  Am surprised that she even know that next time she must cut the carrot nicely.

Next was the Creamy tomato pasta.  

This tasted wonderful except that it was creamy as indicated in the recipe.  But who cares, it is cooked by my precious.

Today, she is into dessert and just completed a batch of Chocolate puddle pudding.

Unfortunately, I cannot take chocolate at this moment.

Cheers

Happy Mother's Day

I have been a mother for 16 years. Looking back, it is definitely been a very tough journey. Though I promised that I won't blog about my parenthood in here but as today's is Mother's Day, I can't help but to pen a little about my journey.

I turned down a makan session as I am not well (recovering from a flu) but the little gift from my kids that I received today had been a big surprise to me especially from my first child and the effort from my second.  

I am sure for all mothers out there it is not the value that is attached to the gift but the thoughts behind it.  

Again, from today’s gift, I realised that my kids has reached another milestone of showing me their love. 

There are days it seems like a dark tunnel I am swimming in but today, my spirit and mood has been lifted to great height.  A moment that I felt what I had gone through in the past years, might not have been nothing. 

Perhaps it is really a phrase that each mother will have to go through but by being the sand bag that our kids punched on while seeking their own identity is not an easy task.

I have never been a difficult child and thus, my parenthood seems much harder to understand and tougher to relate to.

Years ago, someone told me this, worrying comes together as a package for this role, as a mother.

When they are infants, we worry that they are hungry.

When they are toddlers, we worry that they will hurt themselves.

When they are teens, we worry that they will mix with bad influence.

When they are school going kids, we worry about their school work.

When they are adolescent, we worry about BGR.

When they are young adults, we worry about them not getting a good job.

When they are of marrying age, we worry that they cannot find a partner.

When they got married, we worry that they won’t have children.

When they finally have children, we worry that they don’t know how to care for the youngs.

I realised that this path that I chosen will make me a better and stronger person at the end of the road. 

To all the mothers, give yourself a pat on the shoulder especially on this special day.

Happy Mother’s Day.