On a whim, I tried to cook Chicken Curry(the real thing hor, not a mix) and Samosas. My Italian neighbours volunteered to help but it took a while to explain that he should grind the ginger, shallots and garlic to a paste (without a pestle and mortar, mind you) and even longer to placate him that it could be done, no sweat.
Me: (In Sicilian accented Singlish) : "Si Si it can be done! No no there is no other way! Trust me!" Giancarlo in Sicilian accented English: "You are crazy! But for you (makes Sicilian hand gesture which I presume to mean "No problem") ")
Eh I've been schooled in the ways of Italian handgesturing, don't play play hor.
Anyway, it was a blast and numerous dishy Spainish, Italians and Singaporeans attended sampling a devlishly hot curry(which I had to water down when during sampling, even I found it a tad hot) and samosas which my Belgian housemates identified later as the not so exotic dish of loempia. Special shout out to Yixuan who I think it the ultimate Iron Chef and whom-I-am-in-awe-of in the kitchen.
Yixuan/Iron Chef
Curry, pre-watering down with about 500g of curry powder to feed 15
Awful awful plonk from Spain. Lucky I didn't buy the Bulgarian version, even though it was cheaper.
Everybody!
Meet the 3 people dumb enough to move into an unfinished house. 2 Italians and a equally intelligent Singaporean
My Just Desserts from Giancarlo
Dutch guys and Mario from Madrid
Left to Right: Sara/Monica and Ladies and Gents, Lucia the Linguist, all from Spain, Far Right: Happy from Singapore
Thankfully I resisted the urge to indulge in the Belgian Birthday tradition of getting very drunk and wasted but instead chose the tradition of 3 kisses on the cheek of the Belgian women in my house. SWEEEEEEET. I also found out, slightly painfully, that the Italians and Spanish pull ears for every year of your birth thought they choose different sides to pull my ears. Ouch.
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