All the effort is worth it.

I’ve been cooking for myself and my family for quite some time, but cooking has indeed changed when I started to cook for a customer, who is not compelled to gloss over or sugar coat the truth. The Husband is brutally honest and I love him to bits for that. So when he says my cooking is disgusting, he means it…every single word.

I feel like a professional chef being attacked by food critics, both professional or the regular-customer-who-decided-to-put-up-a-review-online-that-goes-viral. There are days when I mull over his feedback for days, which admittedly hurt because I do put a lot of love into my cooking. There are days when I note down all feedback into my The Husband’s eating preferences folder in my head and feel inspired to to better next time.

The other day was another attempt to recreate one of The Husband’s favorite dishes, pork tausi (fermented black beans) with tokwa (tofu). And so I looked for a base recipe and added my own insightful twists (I guess I still can’t be that recipe follower! LOL.). I tried to make the tokwa squares crispy. I also made the fatty pork slices crispy like chicharon (crispy pork rind) to extract the fat and to add a layer of texture to the dish.

I slaved over the hot stove for hours, plus I cleaned up after my kitchen mess because The Husband and I hate a messy kitchen. The pork tausi with tokwa sat on the kitchen counter to cool down before storage, patiently waiting for its food critic, The Husband, to come home and pass judgment. Naturally, I, the knackered cooking wife, dozed off into my usual deep undisturbed sleep (I seriously can die in a fire if I’m caught asleep). Then I dreamt of The Husband whispering into my ear and showering feather kisses on my cheek:

“Ang sarap ng pork tausi with tokwa na niluto mo. (Your pork tausi with tokwa was delicious.) Thank you!”

I awoke to find The Husband sleeping next to me. I didn’t want to disturb his sleep to tell him about my dream. I got up, walked up to our week kitchen to check up on the pork tausi with tokwa and to put it into the fridge.

Opening the pot lid, I was pleasantly surprised to see that almost half of the pork tausi with tokwa was gone. Then it wasn’t a dream after all

Delirious about delicious,

Didi

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