Weekend in the kitchen

The weekend was pretty fine. It was one of the rare weekends when I didn’t visit Pathe. We spent the Saturday in cooking a lot of stuffs and eating them all. We had invited V and his family to our place. R had promised to drop at our place to help us out in cooking. He had said that he could not cook even to save his own life. So, he had offered us the service of chopping vegetables.

By the time R arrived, we had finished cooking. But, he insisted that he had to do something. He proclaimed that he is an ace dish-washer and went on to wash the utensils used for cooking. He did it so well that we even thought of getting every utensil in our house washed by him. We changed our minds when he broke a glass. He offered to super-glue the glass pieces back to place. Super-glue the glass? What if the glass breaks again while we drink something out of it?? What if we end up swallowing the glass pieces??? We dropped the super-glue idea at that rather scary thought.

We got wonderful feedback about the food. V’s wife even asked for the recipe of our chicken-curry. She predicted that if we reveal our cooking prowess when we get married, our wives may make us cook meals for the rest of our lives. Though flattered, we were equally frightened.

We grilled fishes on Sunday. It was a stinky process. I was tempted to sing “Smelly fish, smelly fish”, in Phoebe’s style. I abandoned that thought for the sake of my flatmates’ well being. The fishes came out superb. Grilled fishs, potato chips and apple juice – they made a heavenly dinner.