I’ve bought a cook book, well it’s more of a pamphlet with 55 recipes with meat. I’m not a fan of cooking but this book makes things quite clear and easy to understand. The recipes aren’t that complicated and don’t use ingredients that are hard to find.

At first I bought it for mother since she buys this kind of things, but I realised she doesn’t need it, cause she’s already a good cook. So I kept it for myself for the times when my parents will be at the country side and I’ll be all alone home. I know this might sound crazy, but after a while I don’t fell like eating fries anymore.

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After I cleaned the room, I was hungry. I called my brother, asked him if he wanted spaghetti, mashed potatoes with fried meat or a mix of both. He said he was fine with whatever I was having. When did we started to get along so well? I don’t know. But this week has been really peaceful at home. I know it’s because my father isn’t home, he’s been away for the entire week, and I hope he won’t come back anytime soon. Am I being mean? Nope, I just like being alone from time to time.

Okay so I made spaghetti napoletane. I think that’s how they are called. I bought them from the shop, but I think they’re just to plain, so I added some meat and some onion. The result was really delicious, and after two full plates, I was thinking if I should stop eating and leave some for brother. I wasn’t hungry anymore, but I haven’t had spaghetti in a long time and they were really good, the sauce had the perfect texture and it wasn’t too sweet nor two spicy (even if I dropped a bit too much pepper in it). I was even wearing the apron.

I don’t know if mother cooked something today, but I think I’ll pass on the cooking today, if possible. I am sure I’ll have another peaceful day, hopefully with father not home. I don’t know what Johnny has in mind, but he won’t come to my place. I even tried to blackmail him with good food, wine and the prospect of watching a movie tonight. He won’t budge. That meanie. Oh well I might re-consider inviting him over tomorrow at my place. He can stay home and sleep with his cat. Wait I want to sleep with Suzi, cause she’s so cute when she purrs. I am seriously thinking and plotting to steal Johnny’s cat. But I am also aware that if I do that, then my hamster won’t have a long life like I promised him he would.

Oh well, 45 more minutes and I’m heading home. Lucky me.

I have my own way of cooking and I usually like to add wine in the sauce because it gives it a really good taste (well that depends on the wine as well).  I don’t like using things (well related to cooking) that usually come in a plastic or paper bag. I like to use fresh ingredients if posible. And I like things done my way, like everyone does.

So at a certain point I was covering the pan with my arms so I could stop my “mother in law” from adding certain things in it. I finally convinced her from not adding them by asking “Why? Isn’t the sauce good like it is right now?”.

It’s hard cooking in someone else kitchen, especially when they are present. And I am not a big fan of cooking in the first place, but this time was better. The last time I cooked at Johnny’s place, I ended up adding vinegar instead of cooking oil, but the bottles were identical.

Oh well, it could always get much worse.