I also recall getting annoyed by how I was always asked to operate the kitchen because girls cook, and they should know how to. Oh, the societal roles. I felt it wasn't fair that my brother can get away with it, and that I end up peeling potatoes or slicing carrots.

Anyway, fast forward to today, living alone in Bangkok, I admit, ruefully, that I have been enjoying my weekly meal preps and that—GASP—I look forward to the next dish I will cook because, for some change in the air, it makes me happy to cook.

It's not because of the current situation (Damn you, COVID-19!). I have started my (mis) adventures in my small kitchen since I moved. But it's only recently that I began to chronicling it on my Twitter account. The photos are not professional looking at all. I don't think I have that in me. I take pictures of the food from my pots and/or pans—stains, grease, and all.

My attempt to make chicken pastel 😊 added pineapple because Wala Lang! pic.twitter.com/Yu30u4O6dF

— angelique (@afparungao) May 17, 2020

1. I don't have an oven -  although I already thought about getting one.
2. I only have necessary kitchen equipment and tools - I also thought of investing, but I'm not sure how much stuff I want to bring to my house.