Eating At Home

Cooking is the man's way of relieving stress. He is perfectly contented to stay put in the kitchen all afternoon to do a couple of dishes for dinner. He's probably faster in his prep now. Getting fresh groceries takes no more than 45 minutes.

The evening's meal had the anchovy pasta and the delicious baked cannoli beans in homemade tomato sauce, parmesan and romano. Carnivores had a hearty ham and bean soup and a grilled rack of lamb with homemade porcini mustard.

I tossed up my usual salad with aged balsamic vingear, onion dressing and truffle oil. At the side, there was pan-fried chicken liver with rosemary, lightly seared scallops in olive oil. There was something for everyone who had different dietary preferences.

I love homecooked food. All the sauces (except for the salad) are made and mixed from scratch. The man has learnt to use a lighter touch on the oil. Although we use the supposedly healthier olive oil at home, he tends to be fairly liberal in dosing the food with that and butter. Of late, he has been using very little oil and butter, which made the food alot tastier. The man has heavier tastebuds than I do. I'm not fond of things that are too sweet or too salty. So he has adapted to my lighter taste in food.

Obviously there wasn't any dessert. This bunch of us can't bake. Not till the friends (who bake) get back from wherever they are for short visits anyway. We stuck to deli-bought tiramisu and blueberry cheesecake that some of the friends brought.

We considered popping by the Beer Fest. But we were all too stuffed and satiated to go burst the stomach with beer. Strangely, we didn't bother with whisky tonight. Instead, we had plenty of juices for a healthy dose of vitamins.