Future Chef?
While the tomatoes I am using for my spaghetti experiment is simmering in the kitchen, I realize a funny thing: Lianne is cooking, without being forced to. I have always thought that cooking is not for me, that I will never ever like it. And here I am, passing a night out with friends so I can stay home and cook a meal.
I remember vividly my "moments" with Herbert. He used to bug me to cook for him and I would retort, "Sino ba ang HRM [Hotel Restaurant Management] sa ating dalawa?" And then a fight would start coz I refuse to cook meals for him. Then, being the submissive girlfriend, I would give in to stop the bickering. So, I was in the kitchen, trying to think of a meal to cook. Ok, spaghetti. I put the oil, threw in the onions and ground beef. And then I shout, "Ya, tulong! Tumatalsik yung mantika! Di ko to kaya. Kaw na lang magtapos!" When the boyfriend came, I presented him with a yummy spaghetti, "Here's your spaghetti. I cooked it, while Yaya supervised me." Little did he know that the only thing I did was put in the oil and onions. Then, I left everything to my Yaya to cook. I was such a meano.
When I think about it now, I could not help but laugh at myself and yet I felt bad for Herbert coz he ignorantly chowed down 3 servings of spaghetti made by his girlfriend for him. If only we were together right now, then he would be so delighted to know that I voluntarily cook now. That I go out of my way to cook. That I spend my money on groceries instead of clothes. He would have been so proud of me. I guess, this is a change of lifestyle for me and it really creeps me out.
Time to start the meat sauce for my spaghetti.
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