Kitchen Science
The man of the house is a genius in the kitchen. He knows his way around the kitchenware, china, cookbooks, spice rack, and water softener because he’s a nerd and a foodie like that. But like most, we’re failed geniuses. We’re brilliant only when we can be bothered to try.
Oh wait, this isn’t right. How on earth did I jump from singular to plural? Forget we because I come with an “Absolutely No-Cook” warning. Between the two of us, it’s the husband who cooks. It’s not a marital arrangement (read: me henpecking him into doing the cooking); it’s a deal borne out of instinctive self-preservation because I’ve recently transitioned from burning the meal to burning my hand. He thinks it’s safer and less traumatic for the whole family if certain people avoid contact with the kitchenware, and I agree with him.
But going back to the man’s kitchen brilliance, I wish he’d bother to try harder more often. Trying harder means a delish smorgasboard of culinary delights as opposed to one delicious dish only, which is what merely trying translates to in this case.
What happens when the husband tries harder? This is what happens. Yum!
The hamonada could use some more work, methinks, because I like my meat well-done. The bistek is wonderful, but the baked scallops – oh, the baked scallops! It’s better than AA’s or Neo-Neo’s!
Manihapon ta ninyo!
Hi! My name is Chin, and this is where, to quote Jane Austen, I "run mad and as often as I choose."
November 28th, 2009 at 4:30 am
A man who cooks is apparently a rare thing in most households. I guess ours are luckier than most. Haha. In our case, it’s my dad who cooks more than my mom (which is a fact that boggles most friends who come over our house). I wish I wasn’t allergic to shrimp; too many people rave about his gambas.
I think the only thing that bothers me about men who cook is that they barely think about who washes the dishes, which means he just grabs any pot, pan, spatula, laddle, etc. and dump it unceremoniously into the sink. A small price to pay when were fed so nicely–if we weren’t too full afterward that the prospect of washing dishes makes us cry, haha.
Also, your post is making my mouth water.
November 28th, 2009 at 12:40 pm
Woah, pista!
November 28th, 2009 at 3:54 pm
hoyyy gigutom ko chin oiii ngtan aw sa mga pics..lami kaaju tan awon ag mga pagkaon…sa amoa pod, ahong papa maoy lami mo luto..ang mga side ni mama mohangju jud na si papa moluto ug magtapok2x mi ky gnahan kuno cla mokaon..si mama tawon, ug di na makahaling sapoton na,heeheh..ug sa dihang ni liwat ko n mama ky di jud ko pasalig ug palutoon nako..ug padung agon ko ug rice, mada pa pero ug sud an na,aguuyyyy sakit na jamo ahong dughan…
November 30th, 2009 at 1:12 am
Oh! How do you make those shrimps?? Hungry tuloy gahhh.