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.