Libby Dulski
11/13/16
The Perfect Meal
“Exsqueeze
me!” “You’re Exsqueezed”
“Noah,
would you sit down? Everyone’s waiting to eat dinner.” Noah’s father Tim said
as he eyed the stir fry in front of him. He was probably wondering if it would
poison him, send him running to the bathroom, or even cause him to never speak
to me again.
Noah
walked slowly into the dining room with two open Stellas in hand. He was the
last to sit down at the table at which six of the eight seats were occupied.
That is correct, I cooked for six freaking people. And not just any six people,
I cooked for Noah (my boyfriend), Noah’s parents (no pressure?), Noah’s two sisters
Emma and Lena, and Lena’s boyfriend Matt. The six of us sat around a cherry
wood table in an aqua blue dining room, at Noah’s house, in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Oh, and a puppy, Millie, sat underneath the table. A few minutes earlier “Hard”
by Rihanna was blasting over the sound system in the kitchen as Noah, Emma, and
I finished preparing dinner, and Matt and Lena set the table. I had never been
in this home before, let alone cooked for all of these people. Yet I found that
I was surprisingly comfortable with the gas stove (just like the one at my own
house), and I adapted easily using whatever pots and pans I could unearth. Everyone
was also more than willing to help prepare the meal (except for the parents of course,
I did not want them near the kitchen for I was far too nervous that I would
stab someone with a knife or set the kitchen on fire).
Noah
sat down next to me and gave me one of the beers in his hand as German “thank-yous”
were quickly exchanged before people started to eat their meals. A giant bowl
of rice the size of a soccer ball sat in the middle of the table; made from the
Nishiki Japanese sticky-rice I grew up with.
“So this
election went to shit didn’t it? Libby could you pass the salad?” Noah said.
Beside
the rice was a smaller bowl of Thai salad with peanut dressing. The salad
consisted of shredded cabbage, grated carrots, red bell peppers, cucumber,
edamame, scallions, and cilantro. All of this was mixed with a peanut dressing
made from creamy peanut butter, rice vinegar, lime juice, vegetable oil, soy
sauce, honey, sugar, garlic cloves, ginger, salt, red pepper flakes, and
cilantro leaves.
“I
honestly think that you should do study abroad Noah, I think you will regret it
if you don’t. Also can you hand me a napkin?” Dorothea, Noah’s mother, said
while motioning towards the stack of cartoon turkey napkins.
The best
part of the meal was the red 14-inch skillet that was sitting towards the head
of the table. Filled with a whole red and white onion, two green bell peppers,
one yellow pepper, two red peppers, a whole package of mushrooms, three
handfuls of sugar snap peas, and a third of a cup of canola oil to let the
veggies cook. It also contained a half bottle of teriyaki stir fry sauce and
chicken; however, the chicken was added last and a single vegetarian plate was
prepared for Emma before the chicken was mixed into the skillet of vegetables.
“Can we
play Monopoly after dinner? Or Apples to Apples? Oh man, let’s play Uno!” Emma
said with a full mouth.
“We can’t
play Uno; it ruins lives. It rips friendships apart and it destroys moral; the
draw four card always gets me!” Matt responded.
For
dessert, there were three batches of a dozen cookies piled onto a platter. My
signature “crack cookies” used four sticks of butter, two cups of white
granulated sugar, another cup of brown sugar, baking soda, salt, five cups of
flower, vanilla extract, four eggs, and four freaking cups of semi-sweet chocolate
chips.
A
few hours earlier Noah and I had driven to Arbor Farms Market to pick up all of
the ingredients for the meal and dessert. Arbor Farms is like a local version
of Whole Foods Market. The small grocery store sells local and organic produce
like fresh Michigan grass-fed beef, pork, lamb, and poultry. We hit up that
fresh poultry section and picked out two pounds of boneless breast and rib
meat. From the chicken to the stir fry sauce, everything that we bought for the
meal came from Arbor Farms Market and it all cost a total of about $70. For
feeding six people, it is not a bad price. (Except the beer, the beer was not
from Arbor Farms; it was supplied by the parental units.)
Even
before heading to Arbor Farms, Noah and I had taken the 350 Wolverine train
from Kalamazoo to Ann Arbor; we needed a proper kitchen for this meal and not a
dinky college kitchen. On the two hour and eight-minute train ride, we had
prepared a list of ingredients we needed to gather for our “perfect meal.”
Was
this meal perfect? Stir fry, a Thai salad, a ton of rice, a mountain of
cookies, and a decent amount of beer, does this measure out to perfection? Well,
when we made the cookies they were too doughy; Emma got cookie dough all over
her stomach (she claims that Lena put it there; correction, she does not claim,
she knows). The cookies were supposed to take ten minutes to bake per batch,
the second batch took over an hour… we forgot to close the freaking oven. Only
two people ate the Thai salad, but at least everyone ate the stir fry (Noah’s
parents included thank goodness). And everyone had at least half their weight
in cookies.
So,
I would not say this was the best meal I had ever cooked, but it was definitely
one of the most fun meals to prepare. Emma cut all of the onions for me and
only cried a little, Noah was a professional pepper chopper even though he
tended to leave a bunch of seeds, and Matt and Lena did a stellar job getting cookie
dough all over the floor (but do not fret, puppy Millie saved the day and
lapped up any dropped pepper pieces and sugar grains). Thank goodness the
chicken cooked all the way through and was not dry, and praise the lord the stir
fry came together nicely courtesy of a team effort. I would also like to give
the stereo system in the kitchen a gold star for being a life saver, as we were
bunkered down in kitchen for about two hours, Britney and Rihanna continuously
saved our moral as we fretted over the state of the cookies.
But
a year from now I probably will not remember how I burnt the bottom layer of
the rice, or how the stir fry was a little too strongly flavored like teriyaki,
or how some of the cookies were a tad burnt. However, I will remember how Lena
kept asking to play Monopoly, and how Dorothea’s smile made me feel more confident
about the meal, and I will never forget the devastation and hysterical laughter
that followed after realizing we had left the oven open a crack.
Hi Libby--I really enjoyed reading your story! The snatches of dialogue and your always-stellar inclusion of detail brought character and charm to the piece! I liked your emphasis on human connection over the quality of the food.
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