Black chicken rice

These are the pics I promised yesterday.
Introducing....

Chef's recommendation
Black chicken rice!

This heavenly meal, known fondly as 'black chicken rice', is a family recipe passed down from the chef's mother.

Succulent chicken, soft and tender, is marinated to perfection. Each grain of rice, soaked up in the natural sweetness of oh-so-juicy mushrooms and flavourful Chinese sausages, is a joy to savour in itself.

This dish does not shock your tastebuds with its zest; rather, it tantalises leisurely, enticing you slowly but surely to wrap yourself in its wholesome goodness.

It is not the mistress; it is the wife.

It is not hot reckless passion; it is warm and ever-flowing love.

It is wholesome, home-cooked food, exuding wramth and familiarity, evoking memories of pink ceramic plates and brown bowls on a white formica table and an old National-brand rice-cooker.

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People enjoying my food..

Adelin the pweety,

and Cynthia......... the pweety also. Sorry, running out of adjectives already.

Random:

1. In conjunction with Go Green Earth Day today, as you can see, I, as a responsible and concerned citizen of the Earth, have very dutifully coloured part of this post green.

2. My housemate Cynthia has a natural flair, a wonderful talent, an inherent affinity, a God-given ability, an amazing aptitude (I'm getting carried away with all the adjectives after writing my yummy food review =P) .....................

To chop chicken.

She thought someone was trying to break into our unit when it was actually me banging the chicken with the chopper in the kitchen sink. (somehow that sounds wrong, in a twisted way. My mind is too contaminated by all the wrong elements. But I shall believe in you people's purity and not rephrase that)

Anyway, back to chicken chopping. She does this wonderful sawing motion all around the circumference of the cut, twirling the drumstick in the most graceful way imaginable. And then she hits the bone; softly, very gently.

Once, twice, three times. Then twirls the chicken around and repeats her soft chopping motions again.

And miraculously the drumstick breaks into two before my very eyes!

I easily spent more than 5 long minutes and 20 very forceful, bicep-muscles-working chops to break my drumstick into two. T_t

Once again I'm blogging when I should be studying. And I cooked when I should be studying. And I chatted with friends when I should also be studying. Haizzzzzzzz.