My mother made an oyster dish, a seafood dish, again. Remembering how I had puked the guts out of me four years ago when I last tasted oyster, had me rummaging through the cabinets for something I could cook for myself – so that I wouldn’t have to skip dinner again. I felt like having a steak, and knew I had a slab of raw meat in the fridge, but I’d left my favorite spice mix at Phuc’s, so that was out of question. I proceeded with what I usually do when I don’t have the faintest idea of what to cook and don’t want to overdo it; I throw in a bunch of different ingredients currently available, and pray to the stars that it’ll turn out edible.

I boiled a handfull of dried pasta screws and a wiener sausage, chopped up the sausage, sizzled it all together with two raw eggs, added some salt and pepper (I was about to add some Asian spices as well, but hey, gotta play it safe), and served with roasted slices of baguette and fresh salad. Tasted pretty damn good as well.

My younger brother Johnny, who usually can’t stay away from mother’s oyster dish, happily stuffed in two thirds of my meal. He usually does whenever I decide to be experimental in the kitchen (he’s got guts) – now that’s what I call success! I promised him a cookbook for his birthday in October; “Kiyu’s kitchen experiments for dummies”!

Now you try it! Or tell me about your own embarrassing (or successful) kitchen experiments!

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