Man Over (a Kitchen) Board!!!

I'd never wanted to learn how to cook before. I hadn’t learnt family’s cooking secrets neither when I was a child nor in any other time later. To tell you the truth, since my childhood the kitchen was kapu, a forbidden place of women shoulder-to-shoulder in an intricate labyrinth of impenetrable walls where any sensate man wouldn't dare to invade.

Therefore I reached an (relatively) advanced age cooking just a little more than a simple ham and cheese toasted sandwich and some fried eggs. Carefully educated to be dependent on a woman to live.

Things change. Now as the commander-in-chief of my home (please don’t let my wife read this) I can let flow all my cooking potential hidden for so many years. Intellectual work and Brazilian jiu-jitsu sometimes let me suddenly very hungry and usually I cannot leave my home office unattended to eat out something. And I like to eat well and to choose what to eat.

Besides, once my wife Vilma was not feeling well and asked me do make some rice. The result was a saltless white mass ball stuck on a wooden spoon. While even now I publicly declare that such a deplorable outcome came from the devotion of a worried husband, I had then to admit to myself my complete incapacity with the oven. So joining the wisdom from traditional Minas Gerais’ fields to the most recent knowledge from Internet’s fields, I went to the fight.