The Horrors Of Housework Without Your Maid
My maid went back home for a month. Mark you, a month! So it means helping out with the housework for a month. I thought it would be easy, even fun. Until today. During lunch (macaroni soup) I took out this huge container of grinded green chilli with some seasoning (Indonesian style). Well, my mum is Indo-chinese and her side is naturally, Indonesian. So, my fridge is dotted with Indonesian stuffs. Remember this fact.
And, after lunch, being the responsible girl (heh, heh!) who helps out with the housework after her maid's departure on Saturday, I brought my bowl, cup, AND the container of green chilli into the kitchen. I opened the fridge door, and put in the container. UNFORTUNATELY, the container fell out of my hands, and crashed onto the door before falling onto the floor. SPLAT.
I was horrified naturally. Green chilli ALL OVER THE FLOOR! So thus began my cleaning adventure.
I took some towel and started cleaning all the chilli. It is not as easy as it seems. Mind you, it is GRINDED CHILLI! Small pieces. Crumbly. Nice to eat not nice to clean. Eeurgh. So thus began the many trips to the sink and toilet to rid my towel of green grinded chilli. And my hands actually came into contact with them. After 15 gruelling minutes, the chilli on the floor were gone. I thought all was done and ok and I could go back to the TV. But my sharp eyes caught the sight of some chilli under the veggie compartment. I pulled out the compartment and cleaned the chilli. Easy enough. What was SO frustrating was the putting back of the compartment. Heavy. Huge. And so difficult to put it in. I seriously lack patience doing housework. After many groans, whines, heaves and pushes, I managed to put in the compartment.
I was elated UNTIL I saw some, NO, make that ALOT of chilli on a compartment of the fridge door. This time, I had to take out all the jars and containers of spices and sauces. 60% Indonesian stuff. And mind you, almost all Indo stuff are strong smelling. I finished that up while saying "Stupid" under my breath on the way to the sink and back.
My hands now smell of chilli, sauces, spices and detergent. What a combination. I am not going to touch anything until I bathe thoroughly. Ok, so I'm touching this keyboard. But I seriously doubt anyone will smell the keyboard to see if it smells like chilli.
So my friends, I sincerly advise you. Whenever you feel like eating chilli and you have to take it out of the fridge, think twice.
No, make that thrice.