On a typical Friday evening you will find me in the kitchen rolling sheets of pastry and baking for the farmers market while a glass of wine sits on the counter and the music plays in the background. However, this Friday, I stand by my window watching the trees swaying to the crazy wind and the rain coming down and flooding the street. This is all because Joaquin is heading this way and I don’t mean the actor.
So instead of doing my typical routine this weekend, it became an opportunity for my boy friend and I to have a weekend of catching up. My two weeks away visiting my family and his week away visiting a friend meant we have not had a chance to spend some time and this seemed like a good time as any.
In anticipation of the weekend of being stuck indoors because of Joaquin, I stocked my kitchen with all the things I would want to cook and eat. As much as I love spending time in the kitchen cooking or baking on my own, there are times I enjoy having a special someone in the kitchen with me. There is something about cooking together.
Of course before we head to the kitchen, he reminds me, that he is not one of my co-workers therefore I should not boss him around the kitchen. I don’t blame him for saying that, I am known to get a bit OCD when in a kitchen and can never take a back seat. If I am asked to watch something on the stove, you will find me adding spices and stirring and changing things. There are times my ex has threatened to lock me out of the kitchen while he cooks, because I am a terrible sous chef. When it comes to being in a kitchen I have a tough time of letting go of the reigns and taking a back seat.
But this Friday I managed to control my OCD and let him help me with the cooking, while sharing a cocktail and sharing stories.
The rain continues over the weekend and so did my cooking. Even though the rain was supposed to continue on Saturday, I woke up to the sun shining through my window. It would have been a great day to put on my running shoes and go for a long run, but running was the furthest thing from my mind after a night of cocktails.
Saturday night dinner I decided to make something typically Sri Lankan. It is called Hoppers (it is similar to a pancake batter but made in a wok shaped pan). One might wonder why I would want to indulge in Sri Lankan food considering I just got back from there, but this was for my boy friend and to share something from my trip with him.
Joaquin may have ruined some of my weekend plans of baking and going to the farmers market, but it gave me an opportunity to forget about every thought that’s going through my head.
As I have mentioned in my earlier posts, I am debating about moving back home to spend some quality time with my parents. However, this evening of just cooking, having a cocktail and laughing about the most random things made me for a moment forget about moving, my parents or the full marathon that I am running that I have not been training for.