Maxine Valdez
I'm currently sitting above the kitchen counter habang pinapanuod si Nathaniel habang naghahalo ng kung ano man. I'm not into cooking. Kapag nagluluto ako, it's either hilaw or sunog. Well exemption na ang soup kasi marunong na talaga ako nun.
"Max, pakistir naman nito. May kukunin lang ako."
I jumped off the counter at pinuntahan yung niluluto niya. Sinunod ko yung sinabi niya.
"What's this?" I asked out of curiosity. It looks like twisted pasta with cream.
May hinahalungakat siya dun sa shelf of seasonings namin.
"Italian Fusilli."
What? Italian?
Lumapit siya sakin holding a bottle of Italian seasoning. Oh, no. I hate that.
Ibubuhos na dapat niya doon sa hinahalo ko, pero napigilan ko siya. "Can you make this dish without that?" Turo ko doon sa bottle.
Tumingin muna siya sakin bago ibaba ang hawak niya. "Ayaw mo?"
"It's just too smelly."
"Sige, pwede namang wala. Creamy Fusilli na lang ang pangalan niyan." He said, smiling.
Binigay ko ulit sa kanya yung wooden spoon na hawak ko kanina.
After five minutes, estimated, he plated it nicely. At nilagay na niya sa dining table. Pumuwesto na kami and I started eating.
Whoa.
"Do you often cook?"
"Often yeah." He smirked. "What can you say about it?"
I felt my eyes sparkle for a second and a huge smile appeared on my face.
"I love this! I love it! My new favorite!"
"Seryoso?" Natatawa niyang sagot.
"Yes!" Pumalakpak pa ako at sumubo muli bago nagtanong sa kanya. "Saan ka natuto?"
He scratched his head. "My dad has been a chef in Germany. But I guess it runs in the blood. My grandfather and great grandfathers were chefs, too."
BINABASA MO ANG
The Brainy Rebel
Romansa"I do what I want, because everything that I want is right. Always right."
