The Sunday burrito story
Sunday. At the house on a hill, that means it’s the man of the house’s turn to cook.
And my turn to play paparazzi.
I turned on the lights (Speedy’s such a cheapo he actually cooks without turning on any lights. Duh!) and started taking photos.
I was happy with the details I was getting, the lighting was good, then Sam came sashaying down the stairs with her camera in her hand and stopped about five steps before reaching the bottom. The second paparazzi started getting to work and declared, “Beh, I have a better view from up here.” I re-assessed my position, climbed up one step short of where Sam was and started shooting from the stairs.
The girl was right. I started angling for the best frame and, as a total coincidence and truly quite unintentional on my part, started inching Sam away from her vantage position. And she started complaining. She was there first, wasn’t she? Bah, this is how I make my living, right? So, shoo! Meanwhile, and I don’t know if it’s in typical Brad Pitt fashion, Speedy started complaining about too many paparazzis.
The angle was so good that the camera caught Alex stealing fried potatoes while Speedy was assembling the burritos.
The angle was so good, the drops of perspiration on the kitchen counter (notice the white arrows that point to them) was visible. Whether that’s because it is a warm day, or because Speedy perspires more in the kitchen than in the garage while polishing every nut and bolt in his car, I don’t know. I suppose that for some people, cooking is emotionally traumatic and a mental torture.
But Sam’s really right. The view from the stairs is much, much better. :mrgreen: Don’t know how many photos she managed to take.
The burrito recipe has been posted in Pinoy Cook.