Changing my preference

When I go to the department store before, I used to always go to the hardware section. Being the frustrated handyman that I was, I often browse at all those power tools that I know I will never use.

However, as of late, I notice a drastic change in my preference.

No! It’s not what you think. NOT THAT PREFERENCE!

Lately, whenever I go to the malls and department stores, I find myself wandering on the kitchenware and kitchen appliances section of the place. It happens naturally, as if my feet have a mind of their own.

The kitchen is not my domain

Modesty aside, I used to be a good cook. No, make that a great cook – that was according to my wife.

When she was still with us, and I would be cooking, my dish would always turn out good, if not perfect... and it was not just my word.

But like what I said, that was when she was still here with us. Now, I seem to be an alien in the kitchen. I can’t seem to make heads or tails. Really, the kitchen is not my domain.

Easily, I could always ask her before. I would know what to do next, which ingredients to put in first, what are the signs that I would be looking for – boiling, smoke, browning, burning... err, how many minutes, I mean. Just like having a backseat driver, although it was most welcomed and much need.