explocook (is.plo.kok): Eat and Run and Vice Versa Because Life is All About Running Around Anyway. C’est la vie!

Wednesday 4 May 2011

Eat and Run and Vice Versa Because Life is All About Running Around Anyway. C’est la vie!

oh the chaos!

Whilst Edith Piaf’s Non Je Ne Regrette Rien blasted on the stereo, the chopping boards sounded in (un)rhythmic staccato to Abba’s Mama Mia. The kitchen was in total confusion, with aroma of Europe blasting in that humid Sunday afternoon, and the sound of the frying pans banging on the floor to the occasional ohhs and ahhs and yays of the clumsy cooks!

fiesta eh!

It was a muddled European fantasy fished straight out of Danny Boyle’s psyche. With the Eifel Tower and Big Ben within arm’s reach, and the Pissa leaning side by side Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia amid confetti and yellowbells adorning a sun-spotted, star-spangled tablerunner with a wee pine tree at the middle.

She was named after the star: Maria Luningning, oh how telenovela-ish

Madness not even the Madhatter’s Tea Party was at par. The disjoint was pretty obvious. We started the day quite early with half of the clumsy cooks running for Nat Geo’s Earth Day finishing our line at Tapa King then heading straight to the grocery and the wet market where a spitting clam and a transvestite mutually coexisted.

Run and Eat

We wanted to be hedonistic on that Sunday like Bacchus does. We wanted to celebrate the good earth, a union that produced six handsome offspring, and the coming to being of a lass named Maria Luningning. It was a fete that no Cinderella could bear and no Good Son would fathom.

Oh, joie de viv’re!