In almost two years of being married, I’ve been learning how to cook – slowly but surely. And when I say slowly, I mean S-L-O-W-L-Y. I’ve tried following recipes but I’m such a perfectionist that it takes me all day to make one meal. Chopping onions could take me half an hour. Cooking is just not my thing. Eating: that’s what my thing is.
Thanks to my wonderful Jim for continuing to fight, clueless he may be, against gender stereotypes and gladly taking on the role of our family’s cook.
We went to his parents’ house last Sunday and we (read: he) cooked dinner for the family. I asked him what he was making and he kept saying basta. He always surprises me with whatever concoction he comes up with. He NEVER follows a recipe, he always goes rogue. But he’s got a lot of heart and most of the time that’s what you need that to make a good dish.
So I present to you, his Bara-Bara Pasta. The Tagalog term bara-bara, in English, means anything goes. I tried researching its etymology but it kept leading me to just bara (clogged) so I stopped Googling, afraid I’d run into nasty images. Jeez, I shouldn’t be talking about this right before showing you photos of food. But I already did. So.
If you have some white wine lying around, get some for your pasta but not before having a little sip
Jim likes to cook while listening to fun music. Very much like in the movie, Chef. The soundtrack of that movie is amazing, right? Here’s the playlist on Spotify in case you want to cook while it’s playing in the background.
Just add everything together
Sorry, we can’t give you measurements of each ingredient but hopefully you can try and recreate it through the photos. If not, just get yourself a man who can cook with a whole lot of heart.