i am writing this in between waiting for my cable to come back (it has cut out right in the middle of wipe out, bastard cable company) and eating dinner.
for the last few months dinner has primarily been one of two things: 1) processed grilled cheese sandwich with veggies or the more popular 2) fried veggies, rice and cheese.
anyway, safe to say my meals have been less than appealing over the last little while.
so a couple of weeks ago i decided to hire a cook for a few days a week. i wanted to begin trying more bengali food and just vary up the meal situation a little.
i went to my caretaker, tapas, in hopes of procuring said cook. this is how it went down:
al: “tapas i need you to find me a cook. 2 days a week, they’d have to shop for the food.”
tapas: “cook?” [motions as if he’s frying bacon, naturally]
al: “cook. monday and wednesday. bengali food.”
tapas: “i cook good!”
al: “hahahahahaahahah oh tapas you’re so funny. no, really, you can’t be my cook.”
al: [also confused. slowly realizing he’s not joking.]
tapas: “no i cook for you!”
al: “fine. you have one week.”
and that’s how my caretaker went from being the guy who kills my roaches, to the guy who cooks for me. charmant, really. i’m lazy and a little bit weak – what can i say?
so was i alarmed on monday night when i went home after work knowing that his first meal was waiting for me? naturally. but did i take it like the hero that i am and eat every bit of it? you know it!
honestly, the food was amazing – he’s right – he can cook. but while my taste buds have been tickled,my digestive tract has been fighting back – we shall see what my new bengali food regime means for my overall health.
i guess digestion aside, the trial run went surprisingly well. tapas will now be with me 2 days a week for the foreseeable future. and i figure i’ve done a good karmic thing in addition to expanding my culinary horizons – while i probably don’t really need a cook, tapas and his family probably need the money.
may i present tapas’ creations: