Why do I keep on losing my temper to the ones I love most? Why can’t I be more tolerant to avoid unnecessary squabbling in the domestic front?
Yesterday, I realized that I am a very impatient wife. Yesterday also I realized that I cannot be in the kitchen together with my husband.
The day started off very well. We woke up early and went off to the nasi lemak stall nearby to buy some paru and sambal sotong. I’ve asked Sri to cook nasi lemak and we were supposed to bring it to my in-laws’ house for breakfast along with other lauk pauk which we will prepare at home.
While waiting for the makcik to bungkus the lauk, we decided to sit down and have our Nescafe tarik. MrN ordered nasi lemak, I had this kuih appam manis, which was very nice. Talk, talk, laugh, laugh… then we went home happily with 2 bungkus sambal sotong and paru goreng.
Sampai rumah, I ordered Sri to cook the rice. 6 pot (usually, our family eats just 3 pot). But since we were eating at my in-laws and my BIL’s family were supposed to join in as well (2 adults + 5 children), I decided to increase the rice portion to 6. Alah… orang bukannya makan banyak sangat pun. Lagipun sure banyak makanan lain. Takkan my BIL tak bawak apa2, kan?
No, my husband said, tambah lagi 2 pot. Cook it in a different pot.
My maid just looked at me coz she knew her tuan memang suka masak berlebih2. I tried to voice out my disagreement, “Cukuplah 6 tu yang, buat apa banyak2 sangat. Nanti tak habis...”
His answer, “Biar lebih, jangan kurang.“ I wasn’t happy.
At the same time, he said he wanted to grill the lamb which he had bought the day before to bring to my MIL’s house. Hello… aren’t we supposed to just eat it at home? Kalau nak masak sampai 2 periuk nasi lemak and grilled lamb sekali to angkut to my MIL’s house, might as well ajak diaorang datang rumah, kan? Tak payahlah susah2 nak bawak berbekas2 barang to my MIL’s house!
So there he was making himself busy in the kitchen with the lamb while my maid was busy shuffling in and out of the kitchen with the rice pot. I hate it when he does that. Bila nak pegi rumah mak je, dia sibuk nak masak ni nak masak tu. Nanti my MIL akan kata, “Alah, semua ni Din yang masak…Yati tak de buat apa pun...” Anak dia jugaklah yang pandai masak, anak dia jugaklah yang rajin…
Memang betul pun, tapi tak payahlah nak “show off” kat mak dia yang dia pandai masak, kan?. “Haa. Mak, ini saya yang buat. Yang itu pun saya yang buat…” Orang tahu lah you terror masak, no need to fish for compliments lah!
Because I wasn’t contributing anything to the main dishes for yesterday’s breakfast, I decided to goreng the ayam, ikan bilis and kacang tanah. Hati tengah panas jugak ni, tapi sebab tak nak nanti my MIL kata I tak contribute apa2, I pun buatlah sibuk2 panaskan minyak. I still wasn’t talking to my husband who was, by then, busy arranging the ribs on the grill pan.
Bila minyak dah panas dalam kuali, I couldn’t decide which one to fry first. Kacang tanah or ayam. Minyak ada banyak dalam kuali ni. Kalau goreng ayam dulu, nanti tak best pulak baunya bila goreng kacang. Kalau nak masukkan kacang dulu, banyak sangat pulak minyaknya. Ahh… hentam je lah! I threw in the kacang tanah first, thinking that sure this one would take very fast to fry. So, in went the kacang tanah into the hot frying pan. Menggelegak lah minyak tu!
A few seconds later, I heard MrN warning me, “Kuat sangat api tu yang. Nanti hangus...” I buat tak dengar je! Dah lah he criticised me for the nasi lemak tadi and now he’s going to tell me how to goreng the kacang? No way! I’m going to do this MY WAY and I’m going to do it ON MY OWN! No one is gonna tell me how to fry the bloody kacang!
I buat derk je and continued frying the ground nuts. I was praying SO hard that the kacang would not turn black, but it did, of course. Memang sah hangus! I senyap je and terus angkat the burnt kacang from the kuali. My husband was watching. Then he asked the maid, “Ada lagi kacang tanah?” She said, “Tak de…” Then they went quiet.
Dengan perasaan yang marah bercampur geram (actually, I was trying to make it more dramatic!), I took the whole pot of burnt kacang goreng and threw it all inside this plastic bag which I hung on the window sill for rubbish and shouted, “I’LL GO AND BUY NEW ONE LAH!!”.
And then, the most despicable thing happened ~ PROOOOOMM!! The whole plastic bag pecah!!!! And the kacang goreng yang hangus tadi tu habis berterabur on the floor!!!! Oh my! Just when I thought I was making a point, the whole damn thing gave up on me! MrN shouted, “B! Apa ni….!!” That’s when I ran out of the kitchen!
At that point of time, I told myself, “Please leave the kitchen and do something else. You’re better off elsewhere than in the kitchen!” So I went upstairs (not before I cleaned up the mess), took my shower, made up the bed, and mandikan the little boy. While in the bathroom, I imagined my husband talking to the maid about my silly acts and I felt so awful!
After the shower, I held my head up high, took my car keys and went out to buy a new packet of kacang tanah. “Nah Sri, goreng kacang ni!”, I told the maid while avoiding contact with my husband who was busy turning the ribs in the oven. I’m sure he must be laughing at me. Tak apa…gelakkan lah. It was my fault anyhow, I deserved it.
Itu lah kisah nya...I noticed this a few times already. Every time we are in the kitchen together, sure akan ada perselisihan faham. Mainly because of our insistence of doing things our way. I think next time, I should take the cue from him and just leave him alone whenever he's in there. Better be safe than sorry.
Anyway, back at my in laws' house, they were all busy tucking into the nasi lemak. Habis semua 8 pot nasi ~ so my husband was right. The lamb was a hit too, everyone was scrambling for it. I didn't eat any because I takut pening (it was also a symbol of protest!).
My FIL did make some cynical remarks, saying that, "Yati tahu masakan orang Perak je, kan Yati?" Di sambung pula oleh my MIL who said, "Haa... lain kali kalau buat masakan Perak, bawaklah ke sini. Mak tak tahu apa masakan orang Perak!" (I think at the same time, she sindir my FIL who's second wife hailed from Perak too).
I pekakkan saja my telinga. My husband was smiling ~ either he found those remarks amusing or he felt sorry for me. I hope it was the latter! I forced a smile but deep down, I knew what I'm capable of doing. I don't give a hoot whether or not I'm a fantastic cook. And I'm not trying to impress anyone. Kata orang, "Ada ubi, ada ubi ada batas. Ada hari boleh balas." We'll see!