Friday, 14 August 2009
New Toy - A Hunk Of Metallic Love
My mom's sexy old pasta machine is now properly mine! My aunt was back in Singapore last week for a short holiday and all 2.5kg of him (I've named him Dr Teeth) came home with her.
While some girls lustfully eye the old designer pieces in their moms' wardrobe (my non-consumaterialistic mother has none except for a few pairs of vintage Bally which are not in my size...damn!), I hungrily look into her kitchen storage cabinets for gadgets that I can inherit. And there are quite a few. And my mom, she is happy to be rid of Dr Teeth and see him put to good regular use because she doesn't make fancy feasts anymore now that her "spoilt brat" has moved away.
If I'm quiet here on the blog, you can assume that I'm getting re-acquainted with Dr Teeth, cranking away, covered in flour, making babies - my own crispy cannoli tubes, ultra-thin gyoza wrap and pasta in all shapes and flavour I can think of.
And singing this in my best karaoke voice (Dr Teeth, my hunky Italian stallion, has that effect on me. Those made-in-China pieces of cheap metal just don't measure up).