WHAT’S FOR DINNER

is my favourite question…Only difference being that I need to ask, answer and cook myself…. It’s the only meal of the day I enjoy and I won’t settle for Maggi!!

 

 

The planning phase of this question begins as I walk the isles of the super market…. I pass each row and the dinner begins to come alive…. Rows of parma ham, strawberries, vine ripe cherry tomatoes, pak choi, fresh herbs, oriental sauces, jumbo olives….. Exasperating is the word!! 

But with years of living alone, I realised one thing, - Never go food shopping empty stomach- You will end up buying everything you don’t need!! And secondly never try and shop for healthy stuff! The so called low sugar, high fibre goodness burns such a hard hole through you that the fat melts as is……. But these gourmet food stores are such a therapy…it’s like being in Disney land.

 After hours of wandering and bags full of food, I reach home, stack up the fridge and then comes the big question…What’s for Dinner! Do you think after all the hard work I just did…I will now stand and cook?

It’s the argument I have with myself almost every day.

Instead I plonk myself on the big couch and hone my culinary skills while I watch the Master Chef! That’s the kind of baloney I give my lazy self for not getting up.   

After a lot of convincing from Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsey and Heston  ( my three imaginary friends from the food world ), I enter the kitchen and realise that the essentials which I need to compete against these names are somewhat missing!

It’s almost 10 in the night and I still haven’t eaten and I won’t succumb to a lousy take away Biryani & Curd rice!  It still needs to be fancy, tasty and good looking……  

For all such occasions, my creative brilliance has only one option- Eggs!! A rosemary, parma & cherry tomato omelette or my favourite-a Croque Madame- baked egg yolks with parmesan, white sauce and more cheese and a  blueberry banana smoothie……..  good looking and rich !!Bare essential qualities that one looks out in a partner and a good meal…..  

 

 

I live right next to a grocery store and I don't know if it's the bachelor in me, but I just go in and shop for what I need for the day. The clerks at the store always give me a big grin thinking what an idiot to come every other day!

I'm a bachelor in the old sense of the word, meaning I flirt, I have very many close relationships, never try to think before I speak but then I like coming home with bag full of groceries and ask myself,   ‘What’s for dinner’…..