Finally, I can see her because she's coming back home after six months in the Hospital, and I can't wait to hug her tight.
And now she's home! Finally, she's back!
I've been waiting for her at the dining table, I've also cooked some foods to atleast restorative from what I did—happened. I asked Aling Rosa how to cook those foods and she taught me how to cook some of her favorites, especially her most favorite food, grilled squid.
"Your sister is coming home on Saturday," Aling Rosa inform me when she saw me in the living room watching.
I had such a happy Monday cos of the news. I couldn't help but smile, I was thinking about how to prepare for her return.
I unexpectedly found cooking shows while I was searching for something to watch on TV. I watched it, I'll admit that this was alluring to do what they were doing, the only thing I didn't know about how to do it.
"Hmm... that looks yummy," I lick my lower lip as I watched it.
I watch the processing of the Original Orange Chicken. I just find out about this kind of food, I'm not usually fond of this but those things, foods rather, looks tasty and I wanted to taste it!
Suddenly, my mouth began watering because of what I was watching. And I've planned to prepare that anyway. I would like to cook for her—to make a decent return. It just that I don't know how, it looks easy to watch but if I do, I'm going to have a hard time!
'Why don't I asked them about it?'
I gave my full attention to what he were doing.
He introduce himself first. Then, he had already started to do so. He start with fried chicken then he began to cut the thigh meat into about a one-inch cube. He say that it gives the best texture out of every bite and also retains the best moisture so it wanted to use the dark meat to help to sort of keep that moisture in there while the outside is crispy the inside is nice and tender and juicy. He put those meat in a glass bowl and set aside, then he get another one glass bowl—putting the 1 tablespoon of salt, 1 teaspoon of white pepper, 1 cup of cornstarch, and 3 cups of flour. He took the balloon whisk and started mixing it into the bowl after he mixed it he add a 1 egg unto the bowl then he mixed it again, he even add a 1 1/2 of water while mixing it, then 2 tablespoon of oil. He add the meat unto it, again, he started to mixed it all in one. He took a cling wrap and covered it, he said that it needs to chill it in 30 minutes.
Afterward, he deep fry it.
As I watch, I feel hungry, and I feel like I want to eat what he's cooking. The cycle of quantity before it could be finished, he also need to cook for its sauce so that it has a flavor, even though it has a flavor already, but maybe it has a different taste when he added it.
"What a great food," I whispered.
I've been watching a cooking show all day. They cook various dishes, sometimes in one show they have three or five cooks, I'm glad they can do all that in one day. If that's me, I'm pretty sure I'm drained.
And then the next day, I was happy to go down to the living room with a ballpen and a notebook. I'm planning to write quite so many recipes as possible for my plan. Maybe I'm going to ask Aling Rosa or our Yaya to guide me.
I still have three days to prepare my dishes. I hope she likes my little plan even if it's not that awesome, this is my first time to do something like this, so I don't know what I'm going to prioritize or how to get started.
Instead of eating at the dining table where we always eat—I just sent it to the living room because I wanted to prioritize my plan. I'm having breakfast as I'm searching for cooking shows in TV. I finished eating at exactly 8:00 am—normally 9:00 pm.
I think I've found and written everything I can cook and memorized how to do it. I don't want to make a mistake again, because it might be affected, I was traumatized at first, so now even if there are so many, I'm going to memorize and remember it all, just for her.
I don't wanna repeat my mistake again.
Mistakes should be corrected.
It is one thing which Momma often reminds us all that the mistakes which should not be made is to be corrected and what is wrong is will remains wrong. Anything wrong needed to be right, because right is not going to be mistaken. If you know that something is incorrect, you should correct it. Don't make a mistake, because repentance is too late.
And those reminder were always in my mind and soul.
We don't tolerate mistakes, though.
I just spent the whole day writing and describing dishes on how to do it properly. My hand is tired of writing because the important things he said I'd written it as well, because I'm not good at memorizing, although if I would manage it, I might remember it, but not everything—maybe some of it.
"I'll try my best," I smiled then write again the another recipes.
I think this is the last one and I'm done for this—should I call this step one? Because it sounds like for me.
Tomorrow, I'll do the step two, were I cook them all. I've been able to write five dishes all day without even realizing that I would be late by just writing. If my stomach hadn't been starving, I wouldn't have felt hungry.
Since I was all done, I decided to eat and rest after because I'm planning to do it tomorrow, where they're going to teach me how to cook them all. When I ate dinner, I read the ingredients and procedures too which I didn't know I was running out of food.
'That's why I can't get any more rice and dishes,'
I just brought the plate back to the kitchen sink and I went upstairs. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower before I finally went to sleep. So I was excited to go to the kitchen the next day, and Yaya Anny was right there. She knows how to cook, so I'm just going to ask her to teach me.
"Good morning Yaya," I greeted her.
"Good morning," she greeted me too. "You're early today?" in astonishment, she asked.
Last night, I showed her my writings. Her forehead frowned because she obviously didn't quite understand what I meant. Her eyes flickered to me and the notebook in front of her.
I was thinking of telling her my plan in case she got what I'm mean for. "I'm planning to study them. It's all about the food I'm planning to make, and I'm going to be asking about how to make it, if it's all right with you?" I politely said.
She seems stunned at what I said. She stayed quiet for a few more minutes until she had thoroughly spoken. "Sure, let me see the foods that you like to prepare," then she get it on my hand.
She stared at all of that, reading what I had written. It's a lot, too. "This is a lot—Cheesy Udon Noodles, Hawaiian Garlic Furikake Chicken, Parmesan Pomodoro Pasta, Fried Lobster, Original Orange Chicken, and lastly, Sloppy Joes," she loudly read it—all of it. "Wow, and you're still wanted to bake her a cake," she said unbelievable.
I frowned at her. I admit that there are so many of them, but they're all for my sister, so I've written them all, even though I don't know how to do one of them, but Yaya can help me.
She agreed with what I was planning to do. The first thing we're going to do is Cheesy Udon Noodles, I've picked one just because my sister loves cheese, and that's exactly the second I saw yesterday. Yaya Anny made me wear an apron so my clothes wouldn't get dirty.
I'm wearing a bow ribbon puff sleeve crop top partnered with denim shorts. It's all right for me if I get dirty, I'm just going to take a shower again if that happens, but she said I don't need it because there's an apron. Before helping her getting all the ingredients, I tied up my long waivy hair into bun, so as not to interfere.
We've put all the ingredients , it's good that we've got Udon Noodles in the refrigerator in case there's nothing we need to do on our own. It was simple when I watched, but when I started to them all, they were almost scattered on the table and also on the floor! I only cook just one dish, and I feel tired right away. It's not a joke to cook like this.
"That's wrong," she always said this to me. "Don't burnt it, low the heat," and this.
Shacks! I didn't even knew that this is so hard, like it's really hard!
I tried to interrupt this nonsense, but I immediately thought about the plan, and even though I was almost scalded by what I was doing, I still kept going.
I just only did one thing, but instantly it was wrong, I repeated it again, and now I know how to cook it. The second time I tried it again, it wasn't because I put a lot of sauce on it, so it came out that the flavor of the noodles was a little tasteless.
'Atleast I tried,' I proudly say inside.
"What are you two doing?" Aling Rosa asked as she came into the kitchen, and she noticed out that we were busy cooking the third dish.
Just then did I look up at her, I could read on her face the astonishment—maybe because from what we were doing.
"Good afternoon Aling Rosa," I smiled. "I'm just asking her to teach me how to cook, because I have a plan for my sister when she comes back here on Saturday,"
"Miracle, Stacia—fix all your mess, when you're done." she strictly said. "I know your sister would like this, you give all your efforts," but she cheer me up.
I smiled. 'I hope so,'
We just continued to keep cooking until I mastered it. So the next day I made a cake, Yaya Ryzie helped me bake because she said she knew how to do it. I'm glad my practice is getting better somehow. Maybe a lot of mistakes, but ultimately it's going to be perfect.
I needed more practice and some patience.
This is all for you Raj, my sister. I hope you've like it. This is my way of saying sorry from what I did.
I put all my time and effort into all of this, and I hope she will appreciate it even though it's not pretentious.