I don’t eat ‘em, can’t stand the smell and I could tell even if it was accidentally mix into a dishes but the husband want to eat ‘em.
I never planning to cook ‘em and let alone never I learn how to.
So, we went to buy some. I choose one that is boneless and fat-less because it will make my life easier. Just chops and it will ready to be cooked.
Back at home; I’m freaking out and almost crying. The meat was so big (1000 g or maybe 500g of it) and it smell like lembu. I couldn’t even dare to touch it. All these while, I cooked with logic. Read several recipes online or called my mum on how to then I’m all gear up. But this I have no freaking idea just how it should be cut, how to make sure it was tender enough and all. Refused to call my mum because no matter how she explains, I’m pretty sure I’ll lose. So I did what I have to do, turn that piece of meat that remind me so much of that big fella into a dish. The husband said it was ok. Already been cooking it few times and still, I fail the cutting techniques.
Few days ago, I called my mum and talked to my brother. He was laughing when I told my mum about my meat story. Then said to me ‘takpe kak, nanti adik ajar akak masak daging ye.” Such a brother!