As the sun slowly sank into the horizon, I came home and noticed Mum was cleaning some crabs.
She was making chili crabs from a recipe she found on YouTube (her new hobby). How she worked out the ingredients and methods was beyond me, as Mum doesn’t speak much English at all! She proudly proclaimed she watched a video over and over, and that she just knew because she’s a Master Cook.
She’s not lying when she says she’s the Master 🙂
Crab shells cleaned out and ready to be tossed in the wok
Mum getting annoyed I was in the way of her cooking
Crabs being pre-cooked
Sign reads “Vietnamese pancake Auntie 5 Nga” (in Asian families, the children are numbered). Also have no idea where that large ice cream fridge came from.
Pre-cooked crabs ready to bathed in sauce
Mum emptying a bottle of tomato sauce into the wok. At one point she asked herself, “Is this too much”.
For me, the prized jewel of eating a crab is the claw. The time it takes to carefully break the shell away and perfectly extract the meat is totally worth it.
Mum in her element; her flow-zone. Many Asian families have an outside cooking area to avoid having spattering oils and smoke in the house.
The crab tossed in sauce, spices and some butter. In the end, we both agreed she may have added too much salt too. lol