Not eating at home

Before I post up all the food porn of my adventures, many of my friends ask me why I don't cook or eat at home.
Growing up as a Chinese, I hate Chinese food, I hate my mums cooking. The things is, her cooking is amazing. At parties my mums special Szechuan cold noodles and handmade dumplings are always popular, it is consistently demonstrated at dinner parties when her dishes are the first to run out. But if you;re like me and ate almost 21 years of fried rice or Asian cuisine you would hate it too, no matter how spectacular it is. Of course my mum is a very loving person will try to accommodate my tastes but she likes to improvise, that usually ended with her dangerously drifting away from the recipe, often due to 'healthy' reasons. Just imagine Italian spaghetti with Chinese Bok-Choy and you'll understand what I mean.

Another solution is to cook and sometimes you just a can't achieve restaurant standards at home. My 2min Shin Ramen is nothing compared to Gumshara in Eating world. In the end apart from my laziness and hate for dish washing along with my curiosity to always try something new, I ended up eating out at many places, which hopefully if time management prevails I will share soon.

Growing up

As I grow up, money was always a huge factor in my life as most of you readers can relate. Go to school, get a part time job, get a degree, hopefully full time work etc etc.
I still remember on school excursions to Darling Harbor Sydney, I would see all these nice water front restaurant and out of curiosity I will browse on the menu outside and WOW...... $15 for dessert is damn expensive! This was coming from a boy who was washing dishes for $6 and hour at 13 years old.

As time went by I started earning more, I got smarter, instead of working at a hot and sweaty pizza shop, I moved to an ice cream shop, bit by bit I worked my way up to where I am today. With time and experience you start to learn what is most important to you. Money comes and go, as to your study, the people you met and even friends. What is always consistent is food, it brings people and culture together and most importantly it makes me happy to enjoy food. Its a luxury that brought me plenty of good memories. Other people may like music or have fine tastes in expensive art, just like them my hobby is good food.