Meal planning is one that the mommy requires all members to contribute in esp this mad writer, being a loony vegetarian. It ain’t easy doing the balancing, structuring and mathematical projections. It’s a weekly exercise: meats, fish, veggies, fruits and metals (๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ด ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ข, ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ด ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ, etc.). But not every plan is followed, though. Many times, we think on our palates and underarms. Like a few desserts ago, the master of the kitchen had a meeting that ate up cooking time. The rest of the crew were all hands on deck:
-The girl-sous chef took out a pan-sized pompano out of the freezer, thawed and pan fried it;
-The boy sous-chef prepared a bowl of salad that would challenge Jamie Oliver’s: chopped romaine lettuce, walnuts, sun-dried tomatoes, honey and shaved pecorino cheese;
-The senior busboy set the table with extreme accuracy, a most exhaustive part of the production that deserves recognition here.
And in the spirit of excess, add a previously mommy-prepared dish: sautรฉed ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ with tofu in oyster sauce. Fiesta in the house!
With ๐ฎ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฐ for dessert, the only thing missing is the brass band. ๐๐ญ๐ฆ́!
Cheers! #MyCafeNotes

What a busy kitchen! I can almost hear the brass band.
ReplyDeleteHey, it's about them wifey and food we're sharing na naman. Pareho na naman! Hmmm...
ReplyDeleteNoli Vicedo o dba? Chicken joy!
ReplyDeleteYou two guys (Noli and Rene) are amazingly amazing. I like your sense of humor and your play of words.
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