My Wife’s Chicken ala King
I learned how to cook at quite an early age, and acquired a love for the culinary even earlier. In our family, the boys were the ones doing the cooking, so it wasn’t such a surprise that I inherited the tradition. I simply love rummaging around the kitchen, preparing ingredients and trying to concoct something delectable to serve to the family. When I entered the world of employment, I still find time to cook for myself, or the family, on weekends and holidays. Even when I was struck with CKD, my love for food and the kitchen never wavered.
Now, unemployed due to my medical condition and with a family of my own, the house is where my domain is. I do most of the cooking, and everything related to maintaining the house, except cleaning. I’d wash the dishes, go to the market, mend things around the house. But I don’t do the cleaning.
I was recently struck with a viral infection that rendered me inactive for almost two weeks. Needless to say, my wife Gilda, who’s also the one working for the family, took over the chores I cannot do at the moment. She also knows how to cook, and even prepare dishes that I myself haven’t tried cooking before. One of them is her Chicken Ala King. I tried replicating her recipe once and didn’t even do it justice. I need more practice, I guess.
I’m now well again, up and running, and firing away at the kitchen once more. But from time to time I’ll ask my wife to cook something. I don’t know why, but I guess I just wanted to taste somebody’s cooking once in a while.
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