Sunday, September 11, 2011

A Revelation in a Cooking Mind

Back when we first met, Michael told me that he could cook, and from the couple meals that he cooked up, it was okay. However, after we started living together, I asked him to cook more often. Now, I'm not sure if it was because the ingredients that I stocked (Asian, Vietnamese more specifically) or the fact that he was just overwhelmed, but the food Michael churned out when I asked wasn't very appetizing. I managed to swallow most of them: dry spaghetti with cheese, fried rice with weird spices, potatoes with all the spices we have in the house, and some other strange concoctions I can't remember.

The strange thing was that when he wanted something he would make it, and it would be delicious, so I told him that he just didn't want to cook for me. He told me that he really tried it just didn't turn out. That went back and forth until I just gave up.

Recently, life made Michael do most of the cooking (yes, I was cringing). I was just too busy to cook. His cooking actually improved as the day go by. In the beginning, I had to step in a lot and help him out when he was burning things and overcooking things or just didn't have heat on high enough. But, I'm spending less and less time in the kitchen (to my disappointment actually). Michael is actually producing not only edible food but quite delicious food too.

Anyway, recently, he made an especially nostalgic dish for me. A vietnamese braised fish. I'm not really sure how he managed to get the flavor so close, but he did. And I'm quite amazed in fact.

I'm glad that his cooking abilities had improved, but now I fear I have a competitor. My skills weren't that great to begin with.

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