When House is a Home

Wow its Tuesday already. How time flies. Been meaning to write this on Sunday but procrastination never fails to deter me.

Anyways on Saturday, right before i left for my breakfast with Elaine and Dom my dad dully informs me that he will be cooking breakfast on Sunday morning. Which is a first. And he ask me if i want some and to buy anything else i would like to add to the fare if i want. He had sauteed mushroom and bacon lined up. (Because of that I decided since i was having those for sunday breakkie i ordered Eggs Benedict and well regretted it.)

Came Sunday morning i woke up at 930 and proceeded to the kitchen where my dad was about to start. And since he is making the sauteed mushroom and bacon i decided to make scrambled eggs to add to the fare. And we had a nice salad and a little bit of pasta to go with it as well. It was indeed a first or perhaps a first in an infinity of time that breakfast was cooked at home and had together. It was nice. We left a little of everything for my brother though, because being the lazy ass that he is, he decided to sleep through breakfast.

Then during lunch, my mother discovered that the leftovers from breakfast wasn't touched and asked me to finish it up. So as there was no more pasta since we made very little for breakfast i decided to boil some. And then after that in the same pot i tossed together everything else and just heated it up. And the results was this:


Sorry no better presentation as it was really impromptu.


While i sat down to eat, it dawned on me that its been awhile since much cooking was done in my house. Ever since cooking was shifted over the other house where the maid is, there was barely anything stocked in the fridge. And the fridge somewhat resembled ones in a bachelor's pad minus the booze. As such neither have i done much cooking at home for a while. I used to be able to whip up something whenever i felt hungry or inspired. But now all i see when i open my fridge is random things which can't be put together to make a meal.

But sitting there eating i also felt that this house felt slightly more like a home now. And i thought to myself that a house will only feel more like a home when cooking is done in it. It makes a house feel a little warmer, a little cozier. I am looking forward to more cooking to be done like how it used to be.