I made dinner.
I
could still remember clearly the first time I was left alone in the house. It
was both a scary and fun experience for me.
My
mom had a day shift that day in the hospital and dad had to work as usual. My
sister wanted to play outside and our yaya went with her to gossip with others
her age. I was in the second grade of elementary school and it was weird being
alone in the house. I was wanted to finish my home work that time before dinner
and so, decided not to play outside.
We
usually eat dinner at 6:00 pm since my family had the tradition of after six
meal time so that by 8 in the evening we could sleep with a stomach not too
full, not hungry. It was 5:30 when I felt my hunger. I was a kid! Work makes
you hungry. Any ways, that was also the reason why I couldn't ignore my
stomach. Yes that was it, not that I wanted to be distracted from work. Nope,
not at all. What? FINE! yes, I also wanted the distraction. Again, I'm A kid!
don't blame the person, blame the active energy of the young!
I
looked around, the only food we had was a left over rice from that afternoon,
no meat to eat with it, and ChizWheez, but no bread. My stomach grumbled again
and I decided to eat them. And yes, together. But I realized that if I eat it
plain mixing the chizwhiz with the rice would make it like a spaghetti with
chizwheez as the sauce and the rice as the pasta. It seemed not too appealing
for me. That was when I remembered the fried rice I saw at the food court in
the mall. It was golden, like it was cooked in chizwheez. I decided to try it
and got the frying pan out, heated it and poured a spoonful of chizwheez in it,
letting it be watery a bit. then I put in the rice and added two more spoonful
of chizwheez. I mixed it, like frying normal fried rice, and tasted a bit. It
tasted like chizwheez a bit too much. There was something missing. And so, I
opened the refrigerator and saw a half used knor cube. I got it and got a mince
of the cube, adding it to the fried rice. I mixed it a bit more in the fire and
tasted it again. I was satisfied to realize it tasted good. Turning off the
fire, I glanced at the clock and realized it was six and that my sister and our
yaya just got back, with a cooked hotdog, bought outside. Perfect!
Yaya
panicked upon realizing what I have done. My sister, begged to try some of it.
and I let her. She moaned and asked to have it as dinner. Yaya, tried it and
admitted it tasted good. I smiled happily and we ate the chizwheez fried rice
along with the hotdog for dinner that night.
I
realized that unintentionally, i made dinner for the first time during my first
time being alone in the house. It was a fun experience, cooking and being free.
From then on, ChizWheez fried rice was a traditional food for us twice every
month.
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