So… I’m still trying to impress my bf. I want him to keep thinking I’m an amazing catch. I may be picking up around the house, working out in the yard, trying to look fresh at all times, etc. just to keep him interested. On my list of impressive-things-to-do is learn to cook amazing and unique food. You see, his mom and sister are practically master chefs. I don’t even know if that’s a real term, but they are that legit. I’m intimidated.
So check it: Once I happened to be making spaghetti so I could use up some left over veggies from this one time I had peeps over for home-made pizza. (I feel like I should explain that my mom made the pizza dough, so you don’t get all up in my grill about saying I don’t cook then spitting out two awesome meals I concocted). Anyway, the bf was getting out of class and gave me a call and asked what I was doing. I told him I was making spaghetti (spaghetti because I don’t need to impress myself with food). I ended up inviting him over to have some. Now, lemme take this opportunity to explain that this isn’t just noodles-and-sauce spaghetti, I added veggies people! And I think I even sautéed some chicken. It was as good as spaghetti gets. Well, he mentioned to his lovely madre that he was heading over to my house because I made him spaghetti. She wasn’t impressed. Anyone can make spaghetti. Eff!!! I wasn’t prepared! The spaghetti was just for me and it just happened to work out that he was available and hungry when I was cooking. Spaghetti was not the first impression meal I wanted to make. But… whatev. It was delicious. Impressive or not.
Fast forward to last Wednesday night. We made plans to watch RSL Soccer (did anyone see that game??? Awesome outcome for us!). I had a plan stirring in my head to impress him with delicious food. I wanted to make risotto. Risotto is delicious and I hear people say it’s kinda intimidating cause you have to stir the risotto for like 30 min or whatever. NBD, baby! So I printed off this recipe and he met me at the store to collect the cooking goods. Required ingredients, four boxes of crackers, one gallon of milk and a couple awkward moments (we simply can’t go to any store without something awkward happening) and we were on our way home and getting ready to cook. He is a champ and cooked with me. It was fun! And we nailed it! And the best part may have been that his mom called while we were cooking… I kept yelling “Jocine, we’re cooking! And it’s not spaghetti!” Then I’d say “Babe, tell her I’m cooking good food.” Maybe she was impressed? I don’t really know. I’d like to think I redeemed myself a smidgen.
Here’s the proof:
The result! Delicioso!
Oh, and I should mention that we added tilapia. I think it made the dish.