dinner at Mr. J.'s

Mr. J.'s always said he couldn't cook. well, did he prove himself wrong last night...

his kitchen was finally installed a couple of weeks ago. he'd been living in that flat for over 2 years, with half a stove and no oven (at least, not what i call an oven). and couldn't cook. did not, in fact, ever have any food in the house. but now he had a fully furnished kitchen...

when i dropped in on him the other day, i reminded him he was supposed to invite me for dinner over the Easter weekend. we looked at a couple of small cookbooks he had ('cooking in 10 minutes', 'simple cooking'), and chose a main dish and a dessert. when i showed up, there were 5 mns cooking left. good for him i was on time! as his kitchen had been empty the other day, i'd brought him some bare necessities: pasta, pesto and a can of diced tomatoes. turned out he'd just gone shopping himself...

but onto the food. he'd dressed the table and whatever was cooking smelled nice, so i was already impressed. and the food was, once we started eating, good. absolutely! and while i thought he'd forgotten all about dessert, he surprised me with one, another one than the one discussed the other day, but very nice. and so, he was happy to know, he isn't a useless cook after all. the proof of the pudding is in the eating, as they say!