Those 15 days (Part 1)

So my wife had to go away for 15 days, leaving me all by myself. Following is the description of those 15 days.

For starters, you should know an important fact about me first: this is all about food.

Day 1-2

Cooked food that was supposed to last for 4 days perished in only 2 days. It’s really hard for me to understand how people are able to control themselves from gobbling up all the sumptuous food stored in the fridge. Even while sleeping I had dreams of food getting spoilt.

So I had to save it, even if it was 2 a.m.

Day 3-6

Ultimately I was able to accomplish the task of saving the food from getting spoilt, and the fridge was empty.

Now the masterchef in me awakened, with all kinds of great exotic dishes in mind.

I had always assumed cooking was easy, and all it required was strict adherence to the recipe and time. My wife’s reaction to such thoughts has always been like this:

So the first recipe I tried was falafel with hummus. The name, and the fact that it was a traditional Middle Eastern dish, made it tempting. Also, since I had never tasted it before (and I was the only critic of my own cooking at the time), there was zero probability the result would be a disaster.

But disaster it was, indeed.

And ultimately…

Whereas for my cooking…

To be continued…