Last week I bought an oven.
I was so excited to finally cook something that wasn’t fried. It took me 2 days to prepare myself (emotionally) for my killer first dish.
I made an eggplant gratin.
Would’ve been perfect. Except that I forgot to add in a major ingredient – the ground beef.
The worst feeling in the world, people, is hearing your husband say “This tastes really good – no, really, please don’t cry! It’s soooo good! Miam miam!” while washing down every mouthful with whatever liquid he gets his hands on, and cutting – no, hacking – away savagely at the half-cooked eggplants.
Anyway, I don’t need your pity. Makis has taught me the secrets of barbequed chicken and bilobilo so I’m going to be the Master of these two dishes as soon as I buy my bottle of marinade.
I’m writing a (pathetic) food-related topic because the latest PINOYexpats food issue is up.
