Out there it may be a little crazy, but cocooned in here, almost anything seems possible. Which is good as I’m going to make pizzas for the Leungs’ dinner tonight.
Some of my family and friends will know that baking is not my forte. Especially sourdough bread. But pizza dough is a cinch, I think, I hope. I have fond memories of teaching children mindfullness through bread making. Teaching focus and concentration and not getting into each other’s stuff, quite literally, as they felt the dough come alive in their hands, mixing and kneading and rolling. Oh, how I sort of miss those days.
And I miss my saxophone too.
So alone in the house, I play some great sax improvisation music really loud – thank you Amazon prime – and get to work, dancing in this spacious kitchen as I knead and pull my lovely dough.
The Leungs’ kitchen is minimalist. The only gadget is the newly acquired rice roll maker. Improvisation and a bit of guess work are required. There are no emergency rations of tinned tomatoes, and they don’t ever buy cheese (not surprisingly a it’s double the price here) so I will need to head out (fully suited and booted in my mask* see end for mask story and thoughts) to the least populated shopping area I can find. After my 2.00pm massage session. Mr Leung has decreed that I am to be their practise client, a living massage dummy every every other day. He has also decreed that it is vegetarian week and we are on day 2. This is fine by me of course, but quite some miracle for a man who can eat ten chicken wings in two minutes. I haven’t pushed for this dietary change btw, but hope he has been influenced and encouraged by some of the vegetarian Asian/Thai dishes I’ve cooked without the use of expensive mock meats and mock abalone.
I feel some sense of responsibility to serve up something they will enjoy. Mr Leung is not a fan of Western food, proclaiming his last two Christmas dinners (cooked by his son in law in London) to be quite horrible. Beef Wellington. Roast dinner. Horrible? This is his opinion as a carnivore?
I am wondering if I have set myself an impossible task.
Especially as there is also no oven to speak of! So it going to be a try frying pan pizza courtesy of Jamie Oliver, flash finished under this little grill.
* Mrs Leung just told me this sort of funny but also alarming story. An ex colleague who works for one of the closed banks still has to go into the office (?) and they are all given a box of masks to wear. It turns out hers were made in the Hubei province. I am not sure whether she wore them or not. I think I might go on strike. But the HKers are generally quite obedient, apart from all the medical staff, who at their wits end have gone out on strike today because the HK government will not fully close the border.
Would you strike?
Would you attempt pizza?
I’d love to hear your comments x