Cooking for Diah.
17 Jul
We went grocery shopping at a local supermarket, located about 2 minutes away from my house.
I pushed the cart, filling it with red meat, prawns, mussels, broccoli, pineapple, baby spinach, seasoning, ice cream – all kind of things. She had the cutest smile, the kind of my liking. In her blue jeans and white t-shirt, she could have been the best shopping companion i ever had. The laid back, relaxed and happy go lucky kind of girl.
“Kenapa tak ambik yang besar?” I asked about the 2 small packages of Hello Panda biscuits.
“Tak nak lah.” I figured she enjoyed having varieties over quantity.
After the heartless cashier took away all the big notes i had, and after i contributed to the country’s economic growth, Diah drove me home.
“Betul ke dua minit? I start kira sekarang tau,” She challenged the validity of the claim i made about the supermarket being only 2 minutes away from my house.
“Ala mana aci! 2 minutes tu not from keluar parking sampai ke parking rumah i. Parking ni belok-belok, banyak bumps. Tolak parking okay?”
She just laughed. She laughed at everything – at the pictures of the overweight me with straight hair, at the Cleo magazines on my bookshelf, at the soft toys in which she later snuggled with. She laughed, we laughed together lying down side by side on the rug, hugging pillows and soft toys while watching The Simpsons before a movie started.
“Cepat, i nak ambik gambar you,” and i took a picture of her.
“Taknak!” and then i deleted the picture from my camera. The picture was a picture of her hiding her face with a pillow.
I cooked 2 dishes for her. The first one had become my signature – a very tasty omelet, a recipe i just created earlier that night. The second dish was aglio e olio pasta, a combination of recipes stolen from various places, gathered in my head and came out with my own but somehow it failed to perform. The pasta was lacking in flavour and texture.
“I reti basuh pinggan and potong bawang je,”
“Haha, it’s okay. I yang kena masak, you duduk sana, tengok movie cepat!” But she helped me with the garlics though.
“Eh pelik lah bawang putih ni. Macam lain je. Ok ke?” She commented on the garlics, and the way i chopped them leaves.
“Ok ape. I tak masak guna garlic atau cara memotong daun dan bawang yang salah. I masak guna jiwa dan perasaan.”
If there was truth in every glass of wine Diah and i had that wednesday evening, it would be our sincere companionship. She let me do my worst cooking and i let her laugh at me. A mutually beneficial interest. Laughing and cooking for friends is what i want to do for the rest of my life. I’ve told this to Anna Suraya while we were out partying, i’ve told this to Farah when we were out feasting on Japanese food. I’ve told this to myself since 2 years ago. That the purpose of my life, is to leave flaws manifest from my lousy cooking and to let laughters fix some colours into it.
So let honesty refine the texture, and let love be in the mixture in my cooking pan.
For home-cooked meals could connect friends.
what about meeeeee I want food tooooo hurhurhur
u jadik to come to my house saturday ni kan?
then we cook together like orang gila okay
=)
I is wanting also…! =/ I like foooodness!
Dude you should write more emo stories.
You pwn-ed me man!!!
Fird 1, YH 0
oh, u mengadu dkat blog you ye! but then i sangat happy :)
Aside: Fuh, managed to recover all the accidentally deleted pictures from this blog
Farah : Bagi betis nak peha! asyik nak makan je u ni. tak boleh! =p
Dr. Tan : Ohhh yeahh.. more overemotional emo and less honesty! =p
Diah : Tak malu kot! Ini Diah orang lain, bukan u. Lepas u balik semalam, another Diah datang lepak i masak untuk dia. Eeeiiyyyeeerr tak malu la u ni =p
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Okay, long live emoticons!
I haz cheez omelet!
aphrodisiac?
ahahahahah, hell no KY. i good guy okay =P