In my family, everything surrounds food. Dinner was and still is sacred. To not either help with dinner, state that you intend to be home or not, or state you are "simply not hungry" are not acceptable to the head matriarch of the Blanca Asiatic family.
In the last two years, due to having to change my diet because I am a "celiatico" in Spanish or have celiac's disease, I have noticed that my desire for cooking has declined. I use to relish in going to the bakery and finding a variety of breads for my famous Italian cooking sauces, or picking out fresh Thai ingredients from a grocer on Mott Street in Chinatown.
What made my love for cooking die? Well, maybe it was the lack of love in my life (of a romantic sort, or it could be my ever changing stomach).
Today, I made headway. I actually cooked and I cooked well. I imagine myself to be Martha in the film "Mostly Martha". I gave myself three hours to prepare, clean and set-up a proper dinner for two. I was amazed at the results for my self esteem.
I made a simple dish of thin steaks (about 6 of them, requiring two of my pots), and a Thai stir-fry with brown rice. For hors''d' oeuvre I had two types of Manchego cheese with fresh Membrillo (quince paste) and my very own homemade (well, breadmaker) gluten free bread. Dessert followed with large grapes and apples.
My guest was suprised and actually stated when he left that "I didn't realize you could cook so well". I almost wanted to say "Never underestimate a woman who wears saris and dances Argentine tango." I am the best blend of east and west that Washington Heights has ever seen (well, maybe I go a bit far in my post-culinary glee).
To all my encouraging and loving friends:
I say thank you and bon appetite!
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