Her Parents Cooked

The best way to end a Sunday- dinner at the friend's. Between our crazy schedules, we haven't had time to hang out this year. When I'm in town, she isn't. When she's in town, I'm out. A couple of weeks back, we finally locked down a date and fervently hoped to keep it. We did!

Her parents cooked. They went out to grab the freshest crabs. The man and I were quite embarrassed to trouble them, but they insisted. To thank them properly, we balanced out the day's meals just so we could eat more in the evening. Their efforts must be reciprocated!

I'm not overly fond of crabs and will not bother to peel a crab or queue to eat crabs. But at this dinner, protocol dictated I must eat them, and cooked excellently, it was difficult to resist. The parents could really cook. The crabs were ultra fresh. To the man's absolute delight and surprise, I kinda peeled my own crabs. Heeeeee. The shells were already cracked, not tough to pull out the meat. It's probably the second time the man has ever seen me eat crabs with my own hands.

Chinese meals are nice once in a while when lovingly cooked by the friends or their parents. Especially the soups. Our generation has been so spoilt by our parents that we still depend on them to feed us, or drive us around! To them, we'll always be the noisy 20-yr old brats! There was so much food. We tried our very best to eat lots, but couldn't avoid having leftovers. We hung out after dinner. It was great. If not for the work day that beckons an early rising time, we would have stayed later. Always good to catch up.