I'm so angry with myself, I can stab myself in the stomach a hundred times. I've never had pork knuckles before, so I decided to buy a grilled one from NTUC to cheer myself up, since things haven't been going well on a multi-dimensional state.

I brought the said knuckles home and decided to keep it in the fridge so that I could heat it up later on for dinner.

Well, now's dinner time, and I could hear the knuckles calling out for me. The crispy skin, the juicy and tenderness of the meat within... heh.



But my conventional oven can't fit the damn knuckles.

Now the freezing cold knuckles sit dutifully in my trash bag.

Sigh.

Right now, feeling hungry is SO an understatement.