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.