I’m not a slave driver regardless of appearances.
Matinda cornered me the other day and asked if was busy on Sunday, I hesitated to answer wanting an explanation of the impending proposition before I replied. She quickly responded I want to cook dinner for you. Oh in that case, I’ll be unbusy for you. Her offer seemed out of the blue until she followed up with, then after could you help me with my English Competition speech. I’ll do just about anything for a home cooked meal so listening to Matinda’s speech was a very small price to pay.
She is one of Dantzelle’s second years, her English is pretty good. I still don’t get how I got roped into coaching Adam and Dantzelles students but hey I’ll do it for dinner. I only insisted she would teach me along the way as I am keen to learn some dishes to take back home for Dad.
She cooked a SiChuan dish which is known for its spiciness! Spicy SiChuan Chicken. It was delicious, spicy and for me to call something spicy it is burning!! The spice comes from a combination of dried red chilies and Red Chili paste. The dish is about as close to a curry as China seems to get. It is a dish of vegetables with the spicy sauce and is eaten with rice, not necessarily on top of the rice but alongside.
(I was hoping to add the recipe but can’t seem to find it)
I am not a slave driver. Recently I have felt like I am as I have had student after student make me dinner and bring me food like I was incapable. They offer I don’t ask.