Spring Tart:)

I'm quite a perfectionist, I think, but it's funny that I normally don't care about too much details.

Let's take cooking as an example; I've been cooking since I was 11 or 12, not just for fun, but for my family of six people. It was one of my mom's principles to make her four kids independent in any ways. Even in kitchen.

She taught us how to cut vegetables, how to use ovens, and how to measure ingredients... "Oh c'mon! I know what I'm doing!" Yeah, here comes the youngest in the family, who thinks she's the best at anything.

I really don't care about "half a cup" or "2 table spoons", oh please. I pour soy sauce into a pan of soup as much as my instinct tells me, here, sugar, here, salt...adding things that instructions never mention can be seen in my cooking. I would say, "well, they were in the fridge, and I thought they would go with the dish."

As you can imagine, my food never tasted as good as my mom's.

But sometimes, SOMETIMES, I get visited by a surge of tidiness and neatness. I obediently follow instructions, measuring flour and sugar and butter and everything. And this beautiful tart, deliberately crafted, was the very first tart I've ever made. Phew, that was quite a work.