When I did my first post on the preparation for marriage, I did not intend to follow it up with two more posts, neither did I literally mean that I was preparing for marriage. It was my mother’s sentiments toward my inability to cook bitter leaf soup that inspired the name of the post. Since then, I figured, why stop now?
I’m not the biggest cook. I can’t cook all the foods I’ve ever eaten, but the things I can cook, I cook them so flippin’ well — if I do say so myself. Anyone who disagrees is hereby banned from eating my food. Take note before you leave a comment. So I was on my way home on Thursday when a sudden desire to eat fajitas hit my taste buds. That’s the way I remember the story. Prior to this desire, the only times I’ve eaten fajitas were when I was at Chili’s restaurant. So, on Thursday, I decided to boycott Chili’s and try the darn thing myself.
Off I went to the grocery store - after googling the recipe. In my mind now, I’m a cook. Tortilla wraps. Salsa. Chili powder. Lime juice. Steak. Red bell peppers and more. I got them all. I whipped out my brand new measuring cups, the ones I bought about a year ago. They’re so pretty! I measured everything according to the recipe. I even wore my apron!
He wanted to know what I was cooking, but I refused to tell. The cheese threw him off. He did not know what I was cooking, but he was pretty sure it was not egusi soup. When I was done cooking, I subjected him to a taste-and-love session – a session of tasting and loving my experimental food. And he loved it! He licked his fingers and went for a second round (which is not part of the taste-and-love must-obey law), so I take it he really loved it. Shoot, I loved it, too.
The raw meat and veggies … before they got fried in the non-stick skillet.
The four-type Mexican cheese. I’m too tired to give you the details on the cheese.
Salsa: onions, red bell peppers, etc.
Red bell peppers
The steak, after it got fried
The fajita before it got wrapped
The fajita emerges. Yummy!
You don’t have to admit it, but I am positive that my husband is one heck of a lucky man.
My ability to make fajitas while taking pictures of it … and while mentally preparing this post … I mean, what else could he possibly want? What else could a man possibly want? Don’t answer that. If you know who he is, please tell him that I said he is truly blessed and highly favored. And no, I do not need his opinion on the issue – unless it echoes my thoughts.
P.S. My DSL-R camera has gone to DSL-R heaven, so manage these pictures … straight from my Crackberry. I’m gonna post about that later by the way – I mean the Crackberry.
Stop making me hungry!
I’m not doing anything ooo!
I thought I better come back and add that the man you will marry is highly blessed and favoured and everything else you paid me to say
Hahaha. Now, that’s more like it!
i can actually smell something…..
*gasp* I’m that good, huh?
that looks so yummy! I get Martha Stewart itchings too
Hahaha @ Martha Stewart itchings. That’s what it’s called abi? Yeah, every now and then, you just feel like creating something in the culinary department
Better confess. What restaurant did you buy this Fajita from?
Ayo, don’t jealous me oh! I know it’s hard for you to believe that this was totally my creation. That’s fine. I take it as a compliment
I am an experimental cook. Really, I get tired of cooking naija food. So I try knew recipes a lot. So, Vera I will be making some fajitas in the nearest future.
Yayyyy! I’m glad I “inspired” you. The powers that be of the fajita world better reward me. Looking forward to experimenting something else soon. I’ll be sure to blog about it.
Yayyyy! I’m glad I “inspired” you. The powers that be of the fajita world better reward me. Looking forward to experimenting something else soon. I’ll be sure to blog about it.
D1HeMarried, I am soooooo with you on being tired of Nigerian food! These days, stir fries, sweet potatoes, and the oven are my friends…..#I kent be bothered#
Those look good but my tatste buds are not that receptive towards Spanish-type dishes…
Verastic woman, me I feel as though I know (or have an idea) what else he will enjoy o….:D