The Dinner

I had been planning for this for the last few weeks. Dinner for him. Cooked by me and I was hoping that I would be able to cook all the things that he likes, from scratch. A connoiseur he is not - he likes simple food. Pasta, roast chicken, steak, so the task itself isn't really difficult. Yet I had been writing and rewriting the list of things to put on the menu - one day it's fetuccini, with rosemary roasted chicken and roasted butter squash, the next it's spaghetti with pesto sauce, a light salad and steak. This is the last dinner I would cook for him for a long while at least, with him going away.

So tonight was the dinner. And of course, my little punto had to have trouble again and was in the workshop for the last two days, only to be ready at 1.30 today. Something to do with the ECU unit of the gearbox. All these computers with wheels! Which cost me a bomb to replace, so in the end I settled for a second hand one, not that I care that much as I am about ready to throw that little thing into the river. So much for Italian! Anyways, that really threw me off-balance, knowing how I would get ready for such an important occasion such as this way before hand, even when I knew it was going to be an easy one. So in the end it was a menu drawn in the aisles of Cold Storage - chips with salsa dips, a hodge-podge out of the bag salad with spicy pineapple vinaigrette (homemade of course), lemon-stuffed roasted spring chicken with honey-lemon-orange juice-oyster sauce-soy sauce-black pepper marinade (my own concoction, you must try, gorgeous!), spaghetti with my homemade pesto sauce (had to substitute the pine nut with walnuts as I could not find pine nuts!) and this really smooth tiramisu cake - that's from strudels, me no bake, and of course, kopi hang tuah. Ready in one hour. The funny thing was I was getting nervous preparing the things, and this wasn't really that hard to do. Guess must be the other thoughts disturbing, like I won't be cooking for him for a while, and worse, I won't be seeing him for a while.

He loved it. He always does when I cook. And I would have cooked for him everyday of my life, if only I can. If only.

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