【明報專訊】At some point in our student life, we have all been fans of Jamie Oliver, and fairly good apprentice home-chefs ourselves. Potluck dinners were perfect occasions to mingle and show off new dishes without breaking the bank. Back when I shared a floor in the dormitory with 16 others from 10 different countries, cooking became our daily means of cultural exchange. From Chinese New Year banquets to Egyptian dinner night, my flatmates and I shared many fond memories over home-cooked food.
If things had stayed the same, we would all have turned into master-chefs by the age of 30. Sadly, adult life entails OTs, family responsibilities, and an often restricted living environment in the case of Hong Kong. It gets increasingly hard to gather friends for a party of any sort, and even harder to secure a kitchen large enough to accommodate everyone. Slowly, we got accustomed to eating out, or ordering Deliveroo over our favourite Wii-game.
In honour of the good old times, a group of school friends hosted a potluck dinner last week. All were eager to feature their signature dishes after a long hiatus. To our surprise, there were more kitchen accidents in one single night than all the past years added together: Broken plates, careless cuts on the fingers, and burnt pots, to name a few. When the table was finally all set, it looked less impressive than I recalled. I leave you to imagine the taste.
If any of us was under the wrong impression that we could still cook, the reality has gently reminded us of an old teaching — practice, and only practice, makes perfect.
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