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This is the first time I will make fried rice alone for 35 years of my life. What do you say, as women, for 35 years I've never even cook fried rice. Now I'll make it for dinner my husband.

I have been slicing onions and garlic for the marinade, and has pour into the skillet coconut oil. Just as I would pour the onion that has been sliced, suddenly there was a voice of rebuke for me to reduce the palm oil from skillet. 

"Why?" I asked.
"You want to make fried rice or what to do?" My husband asked.
"So what?" Again I ask.
"It's mostly oil."
 
I felt in my fingers, the touch of her fingers. And he took the implant out of my hand, and take control. He also started to reduce oil from the skillet. I considered, oil has been pretty much reduced, so I immediately responded.
 
"Stop, enough," I said.
 
But my husband did not care. He could not help reduce oil from the skillet, until you see it now live a little oil. I too complain.
 
"That's enough, dear. Do you want to make toasted rice, "I said, tenderly. Now my husband stopped, and immediately pour the onion that has been sliced, grumbling, "This is still mostly oil."
 
"Come on, let me go on."
 
Now I re-take control in cooking. According to the general view of Indonesian society, a wife is a commander in the kitchen. Logical consequence of this general view, then a wife must be good at cooking. More precisely, should be able to make a delicious meal. A wife is not good at cooking, get a rating that is less good. There are plenty of prejudice that can be addressed to a wife who not good at cooking. About this presumption, I'll tell you next time.
 
Now I'm starting to spill rice that was I prepared to be fried. I was immediately stirred, and gave him salt to taste. Then pour kecep to the pan, and immediately kuaduk rice.
Now crush, fried rice has been cooked, and I'm ready to lift from the pan to pour into the dish. Before I answered, my husband interrupted.
 
"Wait, let tasted first, what was quite tasty," he said.
 
In my heart I grumbled, why this man knowingly. I remember my father, man Pelmbang origin. My father never cook. So I also have a conventional view, as is generally the people of Indonesia, namely that the husband would not know how to cook. But this is my husband, really nag really a man, also a diributkannya about cooking.
 
But I've overdo take seciduk implant fried rice, and has pour into the dish. My husband immediately took the implant from hand. I relented, and soon kusantap seciduk fried rice that had been pour into the dish. Now my husband took a bit of fried rice which I had made, and poured it into the palm of the hand. I saw my husband a little too hot, and I grinned, but he did not care, and immediately eat fried rice in the palm of his hand. Visible expression of his face, he was pondering the taste of fried rice. Dikerutkannya forehead, a sign he was thinking.
 
"Less salt," he said.
 
He took the salt, and pour into the skillet with the way sown evenly. He asked, is there a petcin. I take pecin from its place, and I handed him. He also poured pecin and immediately stir fried rice. He tasted more fried rice that way before, taken a little from the pan and poured into telapal hand, then disuapkan into her mouth. What dishes do indeed taste like that, I thought mumble.
 
Now he picked up all the fried rice from the pan and poured into the dish. "Let me taste you," he said.
I even tasted it.
 
"Hmmmmm, nice," I said.
 
I say it honestly, fried rice that has been added salt and given pecin it taste better, really tasty on the tongue than the fried rice before plus salt and given pecin. Often I hear, many men who are good Sundanese cooking.  
Now I prove it, my husband was able to cook, at least cook fried rice.
 
He did not spend that fried rice.
 
"Why?" I asked.
"Full," he said.
"You have a lot to eat honey, let me fat. You look better if not skinny, "I said.
 
About eight months ago, the first time I met her, her body is not as thin as it is today. Now my husband's body thin, looks very thin. Obviously because a lot of issues that must he faced. I do not want told menderanya problems. My story, will kukembalikan on fried rice.
 
When I noticed in several meals together, for the size of a man, my husband is not much to eat. And the rest of the fried rice handed to me, immediately kusantap. Actually I'm not hungry. But I've spent well, useless if not finished.
 
"How does it feel?" He asked.
"It's good, yes good, but too much oil," I said.
"Lah, you own that asks a lot of oil. Earlier still will kukurangi, but you said enough. What will happen to try, if I had not cut its oil? " I grinned.
 
Why I poured cooking oil so much, this is not about just knew it or not, but about reason enough privacy and essential. I'll tell you later, why I was so fond of coconut oil poured a lot into the pan.