Once upon a time, there existed a kitchen in the guest house but due to some problems, it was closed down. This meant that we had to go all the way down to the main kitchen in the institute along with our utensils and cook our food.
If you have to do the same, then I suggest that you take all your kitchen tools after work (around 8 pm, if you want to avoid getting looks) and keep them in the kitchen cupboards and drawers. It’s much easier than taking them to the kitchen daily to cook. You can cook and heat your food using the electric oven and the microwave available.
Most importantly, you should know that the kitchen closes at 9:30 pm sharp and also remains closed on Sundays.
On the first day of cooking, we were beginners who cooked and ate burnt food.
In the last few weeks, we couldn’t stop ourselves from getting food-gasms at our own inventions. It was more like a self-taught mini school where you could use all your imagination to produce something edible for your survival.
The kitchen was our hub for communicating with other people in the guest house who’d join us to cook. I met a really cute Japanese guy who’d come every evening to the kitchen to cook his traditional food that consisted of pork in some sauce. I don’t remember what it’s called but it looked delicious!
By the end of our stay, a new Japanese guy had moved in and both of them would come to the kitchen and cook together. They both were literally relationship goals! I often told my friends how cute of a couple they’d make.
By dinner time, We would be extremely hungry and waiting for our food to cook was literally a test of our patience. I must say, it really helped increase my tolerance towards hunger.
Most of the times, we’d make Pasta with either white sauce, red sauce or both. Sometimes, we’d attempt to cook chicken biryani. We bought this whole chicken which we cut into really awkward pieces. We ended up making two types of biryani on two days:
- Chicken Torso Biryani
- Chicken Limbs Biryani
While waiting for the food to cook, my room-mate would wash any dirty dishes while I’d just prance around talking to the other people, who were also waiting for their turn to cook. She washed more dishes than I did and for that I’m really grateful!
Just like a family, at dinner time we’d discuss the events of our day, any news at home and plans for the weekends. We’d end our meal sometimes with a refreshing Moroccan tea that our friend Mou’ad would prepare for us. Sometimes, my friends would make these really cool chocolate truffles for everyone to enjoy with the tea. Once or twice, I made everyone a Karak tea to enjoy with those truffles on late weekend nights.
That kitchen holds more memories than my own kitchen back home.