Saturday things
Sep. 8th, 2007 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Today I made a great discovery. Well, it's more like I embraced a long-denied truth. I love cooking, it makes me happy. As is confetti-throwing happy, that, dear flist (and possible lurker) is the most awesomest feeling ever... well, there are better feelings... but that's not the point.
Today I made a great discovery. Well, it's more like I embraced a long-denied truth. I love cooking, it makes me happy. As is confetti-throwing happy, that, dear flist (and possible lurker) is the most awesomest feeling ever... well, there are better feelings... but that's not the point.
So. The neighbor is kind of sick -she says is the flu, I say is the age- and I decided to drop by and see how's she holding up because I have such a great heart and all. Between conversations, she mentions that she's scented a few of my meals and is jealous because they smell so good and I never bring anything over for her to sample... I got the message and offered to cook lunch for her since she's not well and I am bored. It's a-okay.
Last night I made chicken-fried stake and had some cream gravy left over, so it seemed a good idea in the heat of the moment, to just cook some fettuccine, add peas and scrunch up what was left of my gravy for topping. Which is why I did just that. It was still fairly early so I assumed she wouldn't be hungry just yet, operating under such an assumption I brought over the food in containers, the gravy apart in case she wanted to reheat stuff before sitting down to eat.
When I came back later to ask how had things gone, she smiles and says it was great, only the "sauce" was a bit thick, but it was okay because she just added some milk to make it lighter... didn't feel like explaining the general idea of cream gravy so instead I apologized for my slip up and proceeded to collect my containers and get back home where the oven was on and things could get burned. My heart almost stopped beating at the sight that greeted me there in her kitchen, the whole "lighting it up a bit" process ended up in some liquid mess coating the whole of the container's bottom, it seemed like a white lake right there, it broke my heart because dudes, it was cream gravy, and then it was just this white stuff lying there, dull and boring and I have no idea how did she eat any of it because it was all there.
I would assume she soaked up her fettuccine and the rest was left behind. In a liquid, undignified mess. I'm hurt and I shouldn't be because she didn't know. But I'm hurt nonetheless.
Anyway, since that isn't the end of the world as we know it, I am currently waiting for my Banana Bread to come out. It's my first! Last night I made chicken-fried stake and had some cream gravy left over, so it seemed a good idea in the heat of the moment, to just cook some fettuccine, add peas and scrunch up what was left of my gravy for topping. Which is why I did just that. It was still fairly early so I assumed she wouldn't be hungry just yet, operating under such an assumption I brought over the food in containers, the gravy apart in case she wanted to reheat stuff before sitting down to eat.
When I came back later to ask how had things gone, she smiles and says it was great, only the "sauce" was a bit thick, but it was okay because she just added some milk to make it lighter... didn't feel like explaining the general idea of cream gravy so instead I apologized for my slip up and proceeded to collect my containers and get back home where the oven was on and things could get burned. My heart almost stopped beating at the sight that greeted me there in her kitchen, the whole "lighting it up a bit" process ended up in some liquid mess coating the whole of the container's bottom, it seemed like a white lake right there, it broke my heart because dudes, it was cream gravy, and then it was just this white stuff lying there, dull and boring and I have no idea how did she eat any of it because it was all there.
I would assume she soaked up her fettuccine and the rest was left behind. In a liquid, undignified mess. I'm hurt and I shouldn't be because she didn't know. But I'm hurt nonetheless.
