Cooking helps me forget my problems or everyone else as well. But what happens when problems take the best of me? Last week, I woke up to embrace a new day. After riding bicycle, I decided I wanted to cook before going to my post at the hospital, RSCM. So I went to the red-interior kitchen. I remembered this recipe from one of those twisted cooking tv shows, it’s called Gaucho. A traditional cuisine in Brazil. I remembered all the ingredients. Red meat (unhealthy, but who cares), crushed garlic, red and green pepper, rice, water, etc. Mix them up in one cooking pan, voila it’s gaucho! How’s the cooking victimized by my restless thoughts?? It’s not the first time I cooked gaucho. So far, so yummy. But this one particular time, my mom had a smirk on her face with the very first bite she had. I was like, “What? What’s wrong?” Then I gave it a try. It’s yuck… After trynna figure out whats wrong with the gaucho ingredients… turned out to be, there’s nothing wrong with the ingredients. It’s how I cooked! I forgot to rinse the rice… Big ouch! That was the very first fatal cooking flaw in my life…

Traumatic, yeaaa! Embarrasing? Indeed! But this morning, I woke up with sore muscles, yet the new spirit to cook reemerged. I made my breadcrumbs pancake (trust me, it’s as good as the flour-based pancake with maple syrup) and scrambled egg. Plus, banana smoothie. The best part, elle&vivre butter really made the taste of chicken sausage and smoked beef strong. Have to admit, that’s big breakfast. But the key is simply to taste everything with minimum amount.

I think I’m pretty much inspired by Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love. I’ve loved cooking before reading that paperback and now I’m back to explore some more. I may only have basic skills, but it takes a mountain of passion to cook with style, that is Noriyu’s style (hate to admit, a bit messy like Bara Patiradjawane).