Last Sunday, I volunteered to cook for dinner. I prepped up all the spices for my Escabeche con leche. (my fave dish even if they tell me its stomach-turning already) Whenever there’s fish I always ask them to cook Escabeche and my sister and aunt would frowned because they don’t really like it.
I was so giddy to cook that night because it was the night I’ll show my family what a good cook I am. Thing was I put too much flour in it and it was so sticky like the Zoy my Aunt used to put on the linens to make it creased and wrinkled free. Hahaha…I hate linens with Zoy. Linens should be comfy, not firm and stiff. Good thing my Aunt stops using it.
Anyway, I had no choice but to mix it all and viola! – I just gave them a pasty, sticky, icky viand. Since we don’t have lettuce to embellish the finished product, I got this old Chinese cabbage and put it on the sides. Haha!
Dinner Time! Everyone was silent in the dinner table. And to lighten up the ambience I told them “am the cook tonight and what you are about to put in your mouth is a product of my crazy, twisted mind and hands”. My father smiled and got one piece of the fish (note: without the sauce :( ) and said nothing. My brother ate the other dish my Aunt prepared then after that tasted the dish I cooked and said it was pretty okay. Kuya’s gf (fyi -she’s a good cook) just smiled and ate. And so with the rest of the gang; they ate and smiled… and pay respect to the viand on the center of the table.
As for me, the worst cook of all time enjoyed my sweet, sour, pasty, a bit icky Escabeche! Leche! Hahaha!
