Bakso I have to admit that my love for cooking is growing. It's growing and I can't believe it myself. This feeling has been like this since probably two years ago. Before, cooking felt like a hard work that I had to fulfill. It still is, but the difference is I enjoy it now. So it does not feel like I am forcing myself. Back then whenever I cooked, it's either wrong recipe or incorrect measurement. It never tasted right. So I gave up cooking just because I never found the right one. And then I started to feel that I wanna eat better. I don't want to just eat whatever, I want to know what goes into my body. If I prepare it myself, then I know it's good one. I don't eat too much sugar, sometimes it is hard to buy one thing outside and has a lot of sugar in it. So cooking it myself will allow me to control the amount of sugar. So I found recipes and I tried to make them. As to my surprise, they taste right! Exactly how they should have tasted. That made me happy
If you ask me, who is the one you adore in your life? Well.. the answer will be that answer only, mama. I adore her very much. She is super hero in my life, super woman, super and so super. Why? Still asking why? Mama is the one who deliver me to the world. She brought me on her belly for more than 9 months and giving birth, vaginal birth, that must be so much in pain. She need more than 9 hours to feel the pain. I am her oldest so it must be so hard to have baby for the first time. She dedicate her life to be a housewife to take care of husband and daughters. She is fulltime housewife. Although she breastfeed me only for months *and people said I am cow daughter*, I know that must be hard not to breastfeed me. She always be so careful in taking care of me because I am her oldest one. I gave her first experience in taking care of baby. And of course giving her tiresome days even now. She never treat me like a princess. She always ask and teach me to be a strong girl like her. She t