So, I'm utterly in love with cooking, I take it very personally and its a true passion of mine. I'm quite good also. I like to do everything from scratch and tonight was no exception. I made lamb koftas from leg of lamb, spiced with cumin, paprika, chilli, rosemary and salt. With lemon and red onion, parsley, mint, lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes with a spiced yoghurt sauce. All wrapped in corn wraps (organic ofcourse, ha!).
But anyway, it was delicious etc etc. I saved some for my boyfriend, some of the salad, the accompaniments and the skewer of lamb. Then, I look up, and see my brother take ONLY the lamb off the plate and stuff it in his face. I almost died.
FUCK! I saved it for someone who'd appreciate it, ACTUALLY has a palate and enjoys my cooking. I had to stop myself from crying. I don't know if anyone else in the world feels these sort of thigns when it comes to food. I feel like I had something stolen from me. I yelled at him, but thats never satisfying, he doesnt care. Its like, you save up for your dream pair of shoes and as you go into the store where the last pair IN THE WORLD lies within your grasp, some fat, completely unstylish girl buys them then throws them in the rubbish bin as soon as she gets home. Agh, this is such a whinge. But I feel better-ish. I'd feel better if my boyfriend had my kofta in his mouth, as weird as that sounds. I wanted the enjoyment for him, as my brother is a brut and wouldn't get it. He snarled at the salad too. skjdlakd.
I love cooking, I hope someone else gets it.
