Dinner At Home

After days of eating out and mired in work till sundown, our brains are exhausted. We've no desire to head out to see bright lights and fake laughter. No partying, no drinking, nothing.

The man wanted to cook. He hadn't turned on the stove for a long time. "Something simple." I requested.

He broke out a bottle of prized herb vinaigrette for the salad.

There was an amuse bouche of pan-fried scallops in asparagus sauce. The man excitedly explained how he kept the color of the asparagus nice and green, he had to boil it in water and salt, then soak it in ice-cold water. I thought it was alot of work indeed.

There was his lovely anchovy pasta. (But I very very much prefer Big D's! :p) The secret is in the brand of anchovies used. The man hasn't managed to find the right ones. I think he needs to import it in from somewhere. Heh. The man is very perturbed that he's tried all anchovies sold at the supermarkets and his pasta still doesn't quite taste like Big D's.

The man shooed me away and busied himself in the kitchen. Much later, he came knocking on the door to tell me that dinner was ready. A girl could really get used to this. Wait a minute, I think I've been thoroughly spoilt by the man's cooking already! I'll just stick to washing dishes. No cooking is required of me. Heh.