Sometimes I really worry about myself. Yesterday I was
trying, fairly unsuccessfully, to bring a little order to the kitchen following
the never-ending woodwork renovation and I discovered that I’m the proud owner
of a brand new cookie sheet, pizza pan and pie plate and it’s the happiest I’ve
known myself to be in a long time! I don’t know if I genuinely love cooking or
am simply obsessed with food, but either way, I see a future with many chinned
offspring and a husband too obese to love me like a man.
A tiny voice in the
back of my head is telling me to take a breather and de-addict myself from this
nasty habit but this other thing in my head is holding a giant bullhorn and
yelling “Keep going! Once mom gets back from her Europe trip, she’s gonna ban
you from the kitchen anyway.” And then the tiny voice chimes in “But wait, she’ll
be back with sooo much chocolate! You can’t let beautiful Swizz chocolate go to
a waste like that, can you? You just GOTTA make chocolate chiffon pie when she
gets back!”. And then the two voices bridge their differences, decide they have
a lot of favourite food in common and hop along on a date leaving me alone,
undisturbed and filled with more hunger for cooking, pardon the pun.
Until the detoxing begins, however, I have a rather crucial
mission for tonight. Tonight is the Night Of Proving I Can Totally Own Dishes
That Don’t Have Chocolate And Flour In Them to the world. Tonight I
single-handedly whip up a dinner comprising of four different types of meat,
dessert and the usual two paise type foods for a bunch of friend whose
expectations I’ve been skyrocketing all week to make sure I don’t have to deal
with leftovers later. Already I’m concerned that the menu is a tad bit over the
top for a party of four confirmed and three potential guests but in all
fairness, there were initially going to be five types of meat so I suppose this’ll
have to do. Besides, my birds and animals are already pacing the fridge, well
marinated, wondering when their time will come and it would be simply cruel to bring
a sense of impending doom upon them and not justify it.
To balance out the preferences of the different palates that
are going to be present tonight, I’ve come up with the perfect blend of
cuisines and flavours to hopefully satiate everyone. The chicken wings will
bring to the table hot and sweet Asian tang, the veal serves as a spicy Indian
alternative, the fish cutlets reek of typical bland and deep friend America and
the chicken bake will be my Italian warrior for the night, a well-packed blend
of all these flavours and more. Also making an entrance for tonight’s show will
be the meeker garlic bread, mashed potato, steamed veggies, fries and depending
on the consistency of the bake, some plain pasta to cut the flavours a little. A
pretty little cinnamon peach pie makes a grand finale out of the evening and we’re
good to go.
For now I’m gonna get out of bed, start my day, buy some
fresh fish and get up and about whipping up a storm. I hope my parents are
fully justifying kidnapping my camera for said Europe trip because I know
tonight would totally be worth freezing in time. A kitchen left to my mercy,
loads of food to experiment with, an evening full of laughter and love shared
with guinea pig friends; life just doesn’t get better than this.
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