06.11.2014 – Some weird pasta with beans and fried rice

David is over excited because I'm back and I can cook for him again and he's keep saying - It is so perfect to eat your food again! You are cooking for me again! And on he goes even though we don't have anything in the kitchen, we haven't bought any food since we came back and all I have is one can of beans and pasta. 

But David is really happy because we are together again and I'm cooking and he's not eating his parents' food, which is great in his eyes, since he naturally despises all that comes from his family (he's from a very rich family actually).

In the evening the hunger is bigger and the food is lesser then less so I try to invent something from nothing and I made up this recipe for fried rice.

And he says - I love it when the rice is like that!

I ask - How?  

And he says - So good! 

So that's about it. I'm happy he's happy. 

Recipe for the fried rice (which was actually pretty tasty)

1 cup of rice 

2-3 cups of vegetable stock

Fresh spinach

Crème Fraiche 

Egg

1. Cook one pot of rice with two or three pots of bio vegetable stock.

2. Put into the fridge to cool a little or until David starts to scream - Auuuch.

3. Fry on the pre-heat saucepan with a little bit of oil. 

4. Add some spinach mixed with crème fraiche.

5. Break one egg on the one side of the pan, stir until done, then stir all together until you feel like the rice is fried a little. 

6. Eat. 

19.10.2014 – Kari

It happens when we are about to land, the plane is going rapidly down and the feeling is so scary, then David leans to me and says -And what about the Kari? You promised me to tell me the recipe. How do you make it?

-You want to hear it now? I ask disconcerted.

-Yes. He smiles. And I know it is a trick. A trick how to distract me. Distract me from the fact we are actually flying above the ground. So I start telling him the Kari recipe and he is asking some details in order to prolong it. Such as -How long fry the onions at the beginning? What kind of vegetables add to it. How much of a yoghurt?

He seems to be very focused, which is unusual for him in this situation (see - me narrating him my recipes). And just like that I survive the landing, we are on the firm ground and I don't know how this actually happened because I spend those minutes preparing Kari with David.

The Kari story has a part two, obviously.
He decided to cook it for his father while he was visiting him and obviously he forgot the whole procedure completely. He was probably not so focused on the recipe as I initially thought, but more focused on the fact we are landing. He knew I was panicking and he was just trying to save me. 

Anyway, I´m preparing this big dinner with some other friends, I promised to cook for them Pad Thai and pizza. I choose Gennaro Contado's recipe for home-made pizza, I'm making it for the first time, I'm cooking for six people and I'm trying to make an impression, the kitchen is so small (as usual) and I'm not really nervous, yet uncertain. Thai Pad – I've never done it, I've been only eating it with John. This pizza dough is with yeast. And I don't really enjoy working with it, so yes, I'm stressing a little bit and in that moment David calls me. 

- Davi, any idea what to cook for my father? He has had Kari three times this week already! I'm covered in flour and I'm thinking really fast and then I remember I have one recipe from Jamie, I took a photo from his book at home, but first I have to check the photo on my phone and call back to David. I repeat this procedure three times, because every time I read the recipe I forget something and at the meantime I'm cooking.In the end I have four huge pizzas from the Gennaro's dough, way too much for six people and Pad Thai noodles are glued together and the wok isn't really wok but small pan, so I have to use two of them and calling David in the same time dictating him the recipe. The mobile, me, the kitchen, all is covered in flour and noodles and soya sauce but eventually the meal is ready and I drink one glass of red wine after another, thinking about how David's doing. 

And even though his meal is still not ready after four hours, he's doing certainly great and he has cooked perfect food for his posh father. I'm sure.

17.10.2014 – Sweet & Sour Thai Chicken

John asked me to cook with him one of our favourites Thai-foods, the one we once (ok twice) had together on that wonderful beach here in Stockholm called Hornsberg strand. There is a Thai restaurant Pong and I took him there for a date. Bought him an ice cream, chocolate mint one (“I wanted to tell you I want the mint ice cream and then I said to myself, if it’s a destiny, he would knew which one I want so I didn’t say anything…. “) and then took him to this Thai restaurant. 

Well, he was waiting outside (“Watching over the bikes.”) and I stepped inside and bought us sweet and sour pineapple chicken. As revenge John went to the coffee kiosk and brought us fucking delicious latte. We sat down and watched the sunset, the sea and ate the meal, absolutely perfect moment. 

Since that we both love Thai food. We already tried some dishes (the best Thai Pad is in Nynäshamn Thai restaurant close to Lövhagen! I promise.) 

Today he decided we should cook it together. And well in the end we weren’t exactly alone while cooking and eating, David was there as well to taste that “famous meal of you too…” (said ironically with a sad smile as if I was about to leave him for John…)

Note:

                    add 1) Daniel – the sport freak forced us today to his own version of triathlon. We had to bike to nearest city (6 km) and then swim in a pool (“At least ten pools you lazy ladies!”) and then cycle back and then RUN (7 km) and we didn´t have time to eat during the whole day, so imagine

                add 2) when we started to cook it was already 8 pm and I was death tired and hungry and angry

So in the end I cooked angry-sweet and sour chicken almost without John (he was too weak to assist) and I used for the first time the cornstarch, the texture of this weird ingredience was so unusual and I was so tired then it looked like some kind of magic, then John helped to put the cornstarch into our sauce and I told him “I think this is enough, it´s already not so saucy as I imagined…” but he was very self-confident “…this boy doesn’t know nothing!” so we put all the magic ingredience into the sauce and well, it didn’t end up ideally….looked like the whole sauce magically disappear. 

Anyway we were so hungry we ate it in few minutes with David´s comments “I´m so happy when I know that there is some sweet waiting for me…” cause we actually made apple pie the other day. 

As a bonus I managed to almost broke John´s feet with my chair in a desperate attempt to sit closer to him and made him sad (“I thought it was supposed to be fun…”) when I stressed about what to add next while cooking. 

So that was my day. 

15.10. 2014 – Apple Pancakes

Last two days Simon cooked and occupied my kitchen which made me pretty nervous and I was sniffing around him like a hungry dog, watching his every step. 

In the evening David said: “I haven’t had anything sweet today yet.” So Simon took his iPhone and looked up a recipe for pancakes. Well, David was not the only reason why he decided to make the pancakes. On his last bike trip through the island he picked up some apples from other people´s gardens (we can easily say he stole some apples…but well…) and those apples began to decay a little. He couldn´t stand it. So he killed two flies with one shot with his pancakes recipe. 

The pancakes were stunning. Apples were mixed in the pastry and I added some chocolate just to make David even happier. We made them together with Simon and tried to keep it as a secret because we actually wanted to make a pancakes cake from them. They were perfectly shaped and not too thin and because I wanted to do something for Markus as well so I used the cat form twice and made Cat pancakes especially for him. (He adores cat in almost weird way. His Facebook is actually full of cat sites and pictures and funny videos. He always watches them and laughs and David usually says: “Are you watching cats again, Markus?” or “What is it? A cat?” he also sends the best of cat pictures and videos to David, just to share the happy feeling with his beloved one but he doesn´t really meet with the understanding since David “…love cat but not on a Facebook. I really don´t get it what is so cute about it….”)

David´s nephew Pelle came and he immediately screamed: “Uncle David!!! I knew there would be pancakes today!!!” (He´s not really Pelle´s uncle, but that is the easiest way how to classify them. Pelle is son of David´s ex-boyfriend. To be precise. Actually David´s soul is in a way very similar to Pelle´s who is probably seven years´ old or something. Some part of David stayed childish and he can re-call this part of his soul every time some child is around. So children love him.)

But stay in focus. And the focus is on pancakes now. We whipped the cream. By hand since I don´t have an electric mixer. So I have to become one in order to whip cream. It’s fun. David usually says: “You are crazy…” and he looks very suspicious while telling that.

I also splash them with little bit of whisky. (“What else, David…”)

They were delicious. 

And we watched stupid German movie afterwards.