Made With Love.

Title: 사랑으로 만든
Translation: Made With Love.
I decided to give my mom a rest from preparing our lunch today; just because she had ran out of ideas on what to cook and because she deserved to be treated better. So, she didn’t cook anything today. Instead, I did. I had always loved cooking, but I never actually cook on regular basis. I cook maybe once every two or three weeks, preparing simple dishes like fried rice, noodles, and things like that.

So yesterday, I saw a menu of olio-olio spaghetti inside my mom’s cook book, special for kids’ meals. Since I am now baby-sitting my nephew, I decided to give it a try, since I bought a pack of spaghetti on our last shopping trip. But when I was about to cook it earlier today, I realized I ran out of some things listed in the menu.

I decided to replace the fish stock with prawn stock and I decided not to put fish sauce and not to stir-fry the onions and the garlic with butter. I boiled the spaghetti up until my younger sister approved the chewy taste of the spaghetti and worked on the other ingredients. I cried, literally, when I was chopping the onions. I always cried whenever I worked with onions. They didn’t go well with me. I cut thumb by mistake while chopping the garlic in which I only realized after I finished cooking. However, I always love cooking in the kitchen. It felt right, as if I truly belong in the kitchen. Well, it doesn’t mean I will always cook, it just mean that I love to cook - but not everyday. Maybe not yet.

Honestly, I had never cook olio-olio spaghetti before.
My younger sister isn’t a fan of spaghetti bolognaise and since I only knew how to cook that, I have zero confidence in cooking the olio-olio spaghetti dish. In the end, I finished cooking and realized it didn’t look so appetizing; at least not until I asked my younger sister to taste it, whether it was okay or not. She said it was okay ~ thankfully, it really was okay.

So, my younger sister, our nephew and I ate the olio-olio spaghetti together and they both liked it so much, especially my nephew because he had never ate spaghetti in his life before. My younger sister surely liked it more than my never-tasty spaghetti bolognaise and told me to cook that dish again someday.

Eh, wait ~ I never cook olio-olio spaghetti before and they already asked me to cook it again ㅠ.ㅠ
For me, the taste was okay. I am not a big fan of my own cooking; so I basically just ate because I was hungry. The taste was okay but it looked a bit bland and boring. My nephew and my younger sister ate theirs until the plates were cleaned; literally. Ah ~ glad to know my hard work paid off.

They asked me to cook another dish tomorrow for our lunch and since my mom came back a little late today, I said okay to cook tomorrow again. There goes my afternoon. My younger sister found a dish called Teriyaki fried rice in the same cookbook and told me to make it for them tomorrow. No, the fried rice isn’t a Japanese meal. It’s just normal fried rice with a very funky name.

Background Music: 내 이름 부르지마 (Don’t Call My Name) by Lee Sooyoung.