Evil Aunties


My aunties came to my parents' house on the first day of CNY and made a mess of everything in the kitchen. 

When my sister was ready to deep-fry some popiahs, they complained that the oil was too hot and poured a lot of oil into the wok, thus lowering the temperature dramatically. Before I could register what was happening, they threw in the popiahs and claimed that it was the best way to fry them. Due to insufficient heat, the popiah became limp and soggy in the oil. My sister suggested taking them out and waiting for the oil to become hot again.
       
         "Don't fret," said my aunties in a gaggle of voices. "Keep stirring the popiahs and they will become crispy as the oil heats up."

         "But Aunties," I remonstrated. "That is not the way to fry popiahs. See! They're all soggy." Every one was silent when all the popiahs were scooped up in a strainer. They looked as limp and soggy as could be, some filling on the verge of bursting the pastry. But one of my aunties said,"Your popiah pastry is not good. We normally use XXX brand and our popiahs turn out fine!"

         During lunch, I ate only one popiah and almost vomited it out. It was so soggy and oily! My aunties did not mind the oiliness and kept eating the popiahs with chili sauce, praising their great taste to the skies.

             "Too many cooks spoiled the Popiahs!" I thought.

Comments

PCP84 said…
Is that the real picture of your popiah? Lol. Really oily then. Happy Chinese new year. And this is my first time visit your blog.(*!*)
February 19, 2015 at 1:26 AM
Anonymous said…
happy new year. Thanks for visiting my page.
February 19, 2015 at 3:05 AM
inid2tell said…
Happy CNY! I wondered how your auntie could swallow such oily popiahs ... lol!!
February 20, 2015 at 4:16 PM
suituapui said…
Good grief! I sure am glad I do not have aunties like yours. Qong Xi Fa Cai!
February 22, 2015 at 12:18 AM
Al-Manar said…
If I were you I would place them in a micro wave oven and see gthey turn out!!
February 28, 2015 at 2:45 PM
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