Dad's First Dish

Suddenly dad started talking about mashed potato yesterday.

Dad said, "Need to got Econsave later."

Eww... I hate Econsave... of all places...

"I want to eat mash potatoes ma..." he said.

Wth... then go Econsave for what? Just go KFC and buy la~

After our breakfast-newspaper-politics-talk session, dad went into the kitchen (weird) and took out some potatoes (kinda weird) and started peeling them (very weird).

We didn't pay much attention until we heard "Ouch... f***!" from the kitchen.

Dad just said the 'f' word!!

"How do you turn on the stove??"

*roflmaololwtfomg*

As much as dad insisted that he wanted to do it himself (rofl), mom had to interfere for security and health purpose.

Then we knew what dad was up to.

The man of the house was trying to make his first dish. DAD WAS COOKING.

No wonder so weird...

Finally he got to do it himself.

Looked edible... ok la I'll stop teasing him, it really looked good.

Then... lunch was served.

Personally... I think some topping sauce would do the trick. It's too butter-ry and plain...

Damien was thinking of feeding it to Maxie. So not a good son.

Dad's next try: potato salad (what's with the potatoes).