A few months ago, some of my co-workers decided to start having “cooking parties.” Intrigued, I eagerly accepted the invitation to join them. I don’t cook but I do like parties; I figured I’d be alright.
We’ve had two “parties” so far, and both have proceeded in the same strange way. After school finishes, we all squeeze into various cars and head to the nearest grocery store. I get the front seat because I’m the “biggest.” Normally I try to encourage the use of the word “tallest” rather than “biggest” but if it means I get the front all to myself while everyone else is crammed into the back seat like sardines, biggest it is!
I can’t quite figure out why we ALL need to go to the grocery store. Can’t one or two people go, then meet us at my co-T’s apartment? Apparently not.
En masse, we descend on the grocery store. I usually offer to push the cart since I have no idea what we’re looking for. Then we all troop back to the cars and make our way to my co-T’s apartment.
I’m not sure why this particular co-T’s apartment was chosen. It’s lovely but not exactly spacious. I feel a bit like a bull in a china shop. (Yes, my head really does very nearly touch the ceiling.)
Once we’ve all washed our hands, the cooking starts. Thankfully, I’m given the task of setting the table. I can cook but I prefer not to. Inevitably my mind wanders to much more interesting things and suddenly I’ve made a cake instead of dinner. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing… 😀
The theme of the first cooking party was Italian. Hurray! I thought. I love Italian food! And then I remembered that Korean Italian food is usually more Korean than Italian…
And so I was unsurprised when for a starter we were served corn. Corn fried with mayonnaise, cheese, and bananas, and then baked until it was a golden cheesy, corny, banana-y delight.
The main course was Caprese salad – made with processed cheese slices, and a sauce-less pasta- salad combination. Why processed cheese? Mozzarella is available in Korea at the bigger grocery stores. It was a mystery.
For the next party, I asked if they could cook something typically Korean. The result was some sort of SPICY cold noodle dish whose name I’ve forgotten. I fully admit to being a baby when it comes to spicy food, and so my cooking party friends very kindly made me my own special dish of noodles.
“Berrrrrrrry spice, NO! Little spice, OK!”
The cooking parties are a bit random but it’s lovely to see my co-workers outside of the staffroom. And I get to indulge my inner Nosy Parker by investigating my co-T’s apartment. Food, entertainment AND I don’t have to do the dishes? Yes please, I’d love to come again! 😀