- I threw these in the oven. I rolled the marinated fish in wheat flour before deep frying it. After an hour of labouring I served the meal. But I left a mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen after that cookfest. It is just hard to do dishes after cooking bwana.
“Where are you guys going?” the wife asked me last Sunday as she eyed the toddler and I suspiciously. I was wearing regular stay at home clothes. The toddler on the other hand had on a fairly large brown sweater, with a picture of a child fishing.
That picture makes me happy for some reason. Matter of fact I’m the one who picked out that sweater. You should see how I am beaming with pride as I type that. Anyhow, my picking the sweater out explains the being too big for the toddler situation that we have going on.
Picking the right size of clothes for your children is a jigsaw puzzle I am yet to figure out. The little guy also had on some sweat pants with little smiling faces of Mickey Mouse. If I had my way, I would have got a pair for myself too. But oh no, I have to be an adult and wear plain boring things such as cream Chinos.
For the record, adult clothes really suck. Yeah I said it. Just imagining those cream Chinos with little pictures of a smiling Mickey Mouse. Wouldn’t those be the most badass slacks any man can wear? I mean you would show up at mall in those Chinos and everyone would turn and look. Even the children would love you. Now those would be some pants with real character.
Where were we? I too got lost in that Mickey Mouse maze I was creating. Oh I remember. “We are going to the market” I responded to the wife. “Today I am going to cook.” I announced with an air of importance. “Okay have fun,” she said as the toddler and I marched out. I picked out some Nile Perch. The toddler and I ducked as the seller chopped up the big fish. You don’t want to go home smelling like Nile Perch. We also got some potatoes and headed home.
“The big Kahuna is cooking fish fillet and baked potatoe wedges,” I informed all that cared to listen when we got home. Sadly nobody was paying attention to me.But I was undeterred. I chopped up the fish, and threw it in a marinade of garlic and some mixed herbs that the wife keeps in the kitchen. I peeled the potatoes which i boiled until they were semi cooked.
I threw these in the oven. I rolled the marinated fish in wheat flour before deep frying it. After an hour of labouring I served the meal. But I left a mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen after that cookfest. It is just hard to do dishes after cooking bwana.