A day and a life...

Tonight... i make dinner. I always like the idea of cooking but somewhere along the way, I lose that passion i had when I started. My mother is an amazing cook. I remember when I was growing up, every night she would make dinner. Now, I come home from work, exhausted, annoyed, my feet hurt and the last thing I want to do is dirty up my kitchen to fix a meal. Its so simple to throw a pizza in the oven or heat up some leftover.

I’d call my self an experimental cook. It’s never a good idea, but each time I just can’t resist trying something crazy. "Maybe a little paprika… or cumin spice". Music playing in the background I dance around the kitchen waving my saucy spoon in the air. If your gunna do it, go all out. It’s a Spanish dish tonight, Chicken with paprika and pepper, sautéed with yellow rice and tomatoes, not to mention a healthy dose of garlic. Ricardo Arjona sings to me from my stereo system as I sing along in my choppy Spanish. I’ll never memorize all the words.

I hate cleaning the kitchen and I don’t have a dishwasher, so cooking is always an event at my house. I think I take after my grandma in my cooking style, because whenever I finish a meal, it looks like a tornado has ripped through the kitchen, leaving disaster and havoc in its path. Spoons on the floor, splattered sauce somehow managing to end up on my white walls, a burnt smell lingering in the air and a sink stocked full of dishes.

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