Sundays usually mean pleasure day for me. Today, for example, is one such day. I’ll go to the mall and do my groceries, then I’ll watch a movie with my sister, and then we’ll eat out. I might stop by the bookstore on the way home.
It’s my turn to cook this lunch. So I made stewed squid. I found some fresh squid in the wet market this morning, and so I stewed it in its own liquid. Here are the ingredients:
1 kg fresh squid
3 cloves garlic, crushed
2 medium-sized onions, chopped
2 tbsps oil
5 tbsps vinegar
dash of salt
1. Clean the squid by running water. Remove the plastic backbone manually. Set aside.
2. Heat the oil in a large saucepan. When the oil is hot enough, saute the garlic and the onions until tender.
3. When it is done, put the squid into the saucepan, together with the vinegar. The squid will not stick on the pan, so never attempt to increase the volume of the liquid. The squid will release its own liquid. Let boil for ten to fifteen minutes, until the squid gets heated through and the squid shrinks.
4. Gradually, the squid will release its ink, so expect the color of the liquid to change. Season with salt. If you find the sourness not enough, add a teaspoon or two of vinegar.
There, that’s the recipe for stewed squid.
After lunch, we’ll drive to the mall and watch The Island. It has been playing for ages now, but we just didn’t have the time to watch it before. I have a crush on Scarlett Johansson, actually. Ever since I saw her on Lost In Translation, which is another good movie.
Actually, when I was flying to Greece, I saw a woman that looked like her. I was crushing on her the whole time I was flying from Vienna to Athens. I rode Olympic Airlines and she sat two rows behind me. The flight wasn’t full, and I got to look at her, using a mirror, once in a while (oh the stalker, yeah, I know what you’re thinking). She didn’t eat the meal given to us, she just read her magazine. She was blonde, with hair that falls down on her forehead, and she was wearing a sunglass, or rather, a fashionglass, since it was clear and it did not actually protect the wearer from the sunlight. The shape of the fashionglass was rectangular, instead of circular, and she had nice nails.
I never even knew her name.