Hair in food

Based on a random question that had occurred to me once upon a day: "What happens when people complain about finding hair in their food, but the twist is that the food is SUPPOSED to have hair in it?". Then again, I don't know anyone (yet) who enjoys the idea of coughing up hairballs after every few meals.

The Hunger Game

Based on all those times when I don't feel like eating for hours on end, only to begin starving just minutes later. When you get to my age, you find out one way or another that it's usually due to bad gas. Lousy stomach, can't tell the difference between being full of food and being full of gas.

How to enjoy spicy food

Likely inspired from that unusually spicy green curry I had for dinner many moons ago. But through that long and agonizing ordeal, I realised that spicy food will always have a special place in my life. That is, the garbage bin.

Recipe for Disaster

You could say that I only follow online recipes that have a strict meat-carbohydrates combination to them. Or it could be that those are the recipes that keep being recommended to me by my friends, family and the Internet. In any case, I'd probably create an equally dastardly food product even if I didn't follow the recipe, so at least people eating my food can be reassured that I do know what I'm cooking about 60% of the time. 

Unenjoyable

Based on my own deep-seated malaise for making comics, which is now comparable to said malaise for cooking in general. Frankly, this blog has never been less popular than now and I'm sure you can see why. Nevertheless, it's something I continue to do largely because I've got nothing to do... much like my cooking activity.

Fridge Space

Based on actual reactions from my parents whenever one of us predominantly fills up the fridge with anything. On the plus side, at least I don't have to deal with the freezer -- it's so often stuffed with all kinds of frozen goods that I'm sometimes scared that I'm going to get a concussion from a bag of frozen chicken wings that falls out when I open it.

De-cereal-ised

The next time you invite your friends and relatives over for a delicious dinner party at your home, treat them to a fresh bowl of Cheerios, served with the finest milk money could buy -- and before you ask: No, soy milk and almond milk don't count. I wouldn't even classify them as milk, frankly.