Well, here we are again. One of my current realities is that I still live at home with my family. I am blessed with a loving familiy and a warm home. But, as a young, single bachelor, it is time I spread my wings and move out. So, I have begun the process of searching for houses, packing my possessions and diving into the sea of Bachelorhood.
A few days ago, I decided to take a risk and help my mother cook dinner. So, I entered the most sacred room, known as the kitchen. I asked mum what dinner were we going to cook. Her answer was Thai Green Curry. My stomach grumbled and I could smell all the herbs and spices already.
Lets take a step back and consider this. My mother is Italian and is a brilliant cook. Her kitchen is her sanctuary and her refuge of peace and hope. I am Italian and am a novice regarding all items that need to be cooked and, in her own words, "can only toast a piece of bread." In her eyes, I am invading her sanctuary with my mere presence and seeming ignorance.
Back to the kitchen, as I observed in silence, the chicken was sliced and being cooked. So, the next step, was for the curry sauce to be mixed in. This curry sauce was from a packet. My hunger increased as I read the recipe and saw that it asked for coriander and snowpeas and coconut milk. But, my blood pressure soared as I noticed that my mother was deviating from the recipe. Instead of snowpeas, she added some other green thing. Instead of coconut milk, she added Full Cream milk. Instead of Coriander, nothing. My mother did not add coriander. Nada. How can a Thai Green Curry not have coriander?
So, I took the unprecedented step of questioning my mother's cooking. I gently pointed out that there is no coriander and that we should use COCONUT milk and SNOWpeas. There was a moment of silence and then she grabbed a chopping knife and thrust it into my chest and stabbed me repeatedly to my death. Well, that was what I thought would happen judging by the look in her eyes. With fear in my eyes, I pointed to the recipe. Mum scoffed at the recipe and proceeded to cook, ignoring my protests.
So, I have been banished from the kitchen, never to return. When I move into my new home, I will plant coriander next to my kitchen window and remember that day of failed defiance.
