I just caught Julie and Julia with Angela today. While I guess it would not score very high with movie critics, I think it is absolutely delightful. Perhaps it's such joy to see people enjoy their food so much, like myself. I loved Meryl Streep's adorable expressions when she ate something delicious. I suspect that's how I look when I like what I am eating.
Actually I think I look like I enjoy my food too much. So much that people develop the perception that I eat a lot. I admit that I can plough through dish after dish if there is no one there to stop me. I am sort of a marathoner when it comes to eating. I can't do short sprints. Let me have my food slowly and I can be the last man standing at a long meal.
While I enjoy eating and eating (good food only, thank you very much), it becomes embarrassing when people start to make comments like, "I love eating with Melissa. I like to see her devour her food. Very good!" That came from my COO. And he will order a second serving of rice just for me, without asking.
And when colleagues were jokingly promoting me as a potential girlfriend for another colleague, his first reaction was, "No lah! Melissa eats too much!"
And when opening a time capsule put together with the girls 5 years ago, I read that one of the messages calls me "Chowchow the bottomless pit".
Or towards the end of a meal, when everyone can't finish the last piece of food on every dish, "Don't worry, Melissa can polish it off."
Once and for all, I wanna announce that I am going to shake this label off! Please do not encourage me to clear the food left on the table. I need to train my stomach to expect less food every meal.
As for love of cooking, I have zero talent/patience for it. Leave it to my boo to savour that. I will handle the eating part.
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