6 months to live

Foodie

It was a weekend. Weekends meant a time to relax and unwind.

Not today

Since I had developed a soft spot for Santiago I thought that helping him clean his apartment was a great way for me to express my gratitude towards him. Santiago had a very out of this world personality. His heart was kind and he was very goofy.

"En garde!" Santiago knocked the broom out of my hand with his broom. Somehow we went from holding a conversation while talking to fencing.

"Ahh!" I scowled at him. "I was distracted by the TV!" My favorite band was playing one of their latest songs.

"You're weaponless," he looked at me like he was about to murder me. "I win! Since I came out victorious, I order you to sweep this place all by yourself....peasant."

"I'm the guest," I flipped my hair to the side. "Now treat me like a guest."

Santiago had a meal which he had prepared on the stove. He wasn't a takeout kind of guy. He believed that the most savory meals were the ones that was made from scratch and in your own home.

A quote from Santiago: You'll respect food and the people who make it a lot more once you start cooking.

"You might want to hurry up and finish sweeping because the food is done cooking," he pointed at the pot on the stove. Santiago had prepared his childhood dish growing up: Kimchi Fried Rice with Jjajangmyeon, black bean noodles, on the side.

I groaned loudly.

After I finished cleaning, I sat down with him in the dining room. I would have been perfectly fine with eating in the living room while watching TV but he forbid me to.

"The location you eat at will really change the taste of your food. If you're watching TV, you won't pay attention to the details of the food. It's better to sit here with me so you can really enjoy your meal and socialize with me as well. It's great human interaction."

I gave him a blank face. "What are you, some kind of food whisperer?"

"I just enjoy food," he shrugged.

I chuckled. "Where'd you learn how to cook?"

He wiped the stains from around his mouth with a napkin. "Believe it or not, I actually taught myself. At first I would attentively watch my mom prepare meals. My mom's schedule got really busy so sometimes she would end up having to work weekends. I was on my own and my body was constantly developing so I would constantly need energy. I had to start relying on cooking shows."

"Oh," I looked down at my plate.

"Why don't you learn how to cook?"

I shrugged, "I never really saw the reason to I guess."

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