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my dad just fed us banana omelettes. he must have been inspired by my creative overtures. heard of no-bake cheesecakes? right here, we have no-bake muffins! which i made all by myself! as horrible a baker i am, i found a recipe that was xtproof and ensured success! so, despite myself... voilà, steamed banana muffins!
 other than cooking the butter i was supposed to melt (heard a dreadful churning from the microwave, and thought it was about to explode. thankfully it was just the butter gurgling and spluttering - and smelling like popcorn and hot plastic) and tiny flourlumps (couldn't find the sieve. told u i did it by myself) - it was great! in fact, no one believed I made them - a sure sign of success. i brought them to church and they were like wow, this kueh is very nice! er well, other than their blatant denial of their muffinness, i award myself Certified Muffinier! (à la Chocolatier, haha). anyways, i might have been driven to baking by the shock i had at original sin's with sm. the food was terrific and delish!, no doubt, but we'd accidentally ordered a bottle of mineral water which was then discovered to cost TWELVE DOLLARS. with all the extras levied it amounted to FOURTEEN WHOLE HARDEARNED DOLLARS we could have gotten another dessert with! highly agitated after the bill came, we started chugging the water we were about to abandon with fervour. -finish it! that's 50cents a gulp! it was all the waitress' fault, really. the minute we sat down she came, shook out and tossed a napkin on my lap then went still-sparkling-or-ice-fo r-you? reallyfast. my little brain couldn't process this many words strung together, so i repeated the first syllable, good parrot that i am. -stiilll...? -and-you (sm)? *nods mutely, prob didnt catch a word haha* after she left something popped and the words unlinked themselves. -oh dear, ice, we should've said ice. -really? ohwells.  this is her, pre-discovery of the price, thus still smiling and nonchalant. apparently, you see, it was no ordinary water we had drunk. it was Natural Artesian Water from Mt. Fiji, collected in an ancient impermeable aquifer deep within the earth where it is protected from external elements. like hello if the rock was impermeable how could water go in at all? even sm the hopelessly scientifically-disincline d could discern this. Rainfall filters through volcanic rock over hundreds of years, adding vital minerals that give FIJIwater its UNIQUE and REFRESHING taste. at this point we focused our energies as we sipped, concentrating on the revitalising smoothness as it glided down our oesophagus... nope. nul. plainwater taste. but no matter! WE had partaken of the spring of health and life, rife with silica, magnesium and other delectable metals. WE had experienced THE WAY NATURE INTENDED WATER TO BE. UNTOUCHED. WE had brought back with us, at least, a pretty bottle i can bring for training.
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