So, I’m sure you all know that Master is a gourmet kinda guy. He makes all sorts of exotic things and our pantry has things like canned escargot and canned clams and that’s just on his side! (My side with the Japanese stuff only has things like pickled gourd, dried salmon flakes with green tea seasoning and mugwort flour…not funky at all.)
I’m always amazed how culturally-centred food and eating etiquette is. I learned a completely different way of eating and cooking in Japan and certain flavours and textures have a special place in my heart. I am continually torn between my white trailer park trash chips and tomato sauce roots and my oh-my-god-I-need-pickled-plums-now! adopted Japanese culture. Master, being a gourmet man, understands my needs and takes me to various shops to satisfy my cravings but the poor guy, it seems every conversation I have with him starts with “Well, in Japan….” Fortunately he’spatient with me and only sometimes threatens to send me over to Ms. B’s for the weekend to understand just how good I have things. I miss Japan in a lot of ways and even though it’s been two years since I left, it will stay a part of me forever.
But anyways, last night we had a yummy pasta that Master made and I contributed to in my own little way….by dishing it up! Lol. I really can’t xpress how liberating and wonderful it is to have a man who enjoys cooking and wants to do it all the time! It’s such a new and wonderful experience for me and I use it to my complete advantage by requesting all sorts of lovely things that Master is very happy to oblige me by cooking up.
So I was still in my meet and greet red slut outfit as I pottered around the kitchen draining pasta and grating parmesan cheese (oh, the stress of it all!) so Master took some photos– surprise, surprise!