A few days before Christmas, my Mom calls me and says, "I won't be cooking this Christmas. You have to cook." Of course, I've heard her say this a thousand times before, but this time I kinda sorta believed her. She was tired, she said.
I was planning to cook lasagna for Christmas, but I didn't want it to be the centerpiece of the Noche Buena. I was thinking that it could be the afterthought dish, when everybody has had their fill of the main event. But Mom's voice sounded threatening. When I said I was cooking lasagna, she immediately agreed and added that I should make my potato salad as well.
Oh boy! To say that I was nervous is an understatement. My parents are good cooks. And there have been a number of times that they've made some cute comments about my cooking. Once you're tagged as the incompetent cook in the family, there's no crawling your way out of it. Once, when my Dad found out that I was cooking dinner, he pointedly said, "Eh di sa labas na tayo kumain." Mwahahaha
Anyway, when we arrived at my Mom's on the 24th, the stove was already bursting to the seams with all sorts of dishes. There was Morcon and Embotido and Roasted Chicken and Baked Ham. I should have known that Mom wouldn't be able to keep herself away from the kitchen Mwahahahaha
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