Flattery gets you everywhere, they say. Well, it certainly got me trotting into the kitchen to stir-fry some chicken with sesame oil. And whilst I was at it, I might as well whip up a couple of side dishes and a soup. All of which I excelled in, according to the woman who gave me life. Oh yes, my mother was a sly one! She knew exactly which buttons to press, so that I would do first one dish, then the entire dinner. All without nagging, only praise and positive encouragement. And I fell for it every single time, happily.
Thursday, 20 May 2010
According to my mother, my Sesame Chicken was better than hers. Which was a bit strange since, as far as I could see, we cooked the dish in exactly the same way. 'No! There's something different. Yours is much nicer,' she said.