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"I was going to make a sandwich." He announced. "Want one?"

Rena tried to think of the last time she'd eaten and couldn't come up with a time. "Sounds good; just, no turkey. I don't like turkey, or fish. Everyone thinks I should like fish but I hate it. It smells funny."

Jansen grinned, "I was the same way when I was a kid. Why would you want to eat something that lived its entire life breathing its own piss?" He limped into the kitchen, bringing down bread from a cupboard, before rooting through the refrigerator. "How's ham strike you?" He lifted the package, and added, "Or, wait. I think this is salami."

Rena smiled at the mention of ham, but salamil got him a death look. "Ew. That smells like feet."

He raised the salami to his nose experimentally, "Come on now, a little mustard, some horseradish" He sniffed, and an eye bugged out as the other clenched. Tossing it over his shoulder without another word, he took the ham, and a block of cheddar. "Cheese good? Mayo good? Mustard? Lettuce?" He paused a moment, and took out a stick of butter, as well.

She hmmed sofly. "Cheese and mayo... no veggies." she didn't like veggies either. "And will you cut the crust off? Please?" she gave him the cutest damned smile then.

Renard quirked a brow, "Only if you finish your homework and go to bed on time tonight." He winked, and set about making two sandwiches, chopping up a head of romaine lettuce to put in his sandwich. Reaching up for a skillet, he sliced two pats of butter, and put them to melt. He assembled the the sandwiches, slathering mustard and mayo on one, only mustard on the other, and piling both high with ham and cheese before adding lettuce to his. He put both now to grill in the pan, as the kitchen filled with the smell of melted butter. He chuckled, suddenly.

Rena leaned on the table, her chin in her hands as she watched him move about the kitchen. "You know, it's odd. All the men in my life can cook...but I can't. I wasn't allowed in the kitchen when I was a kid. They said I'd just get fur in the food..."

Jan quirked a brow, grinning, "This isn't cooking. This is making a sandwich. I can't cook." He flipped the sandwiches over in the pan with a fork and his finger quickly, nodding satisfactorily at the level of browning, and glanced back to her. "And I only learned this becaues I was tired of being hungry all the damn time." He took off Rena's sandwich, and carefully disposed off the crusts, making the sandwich into a neat square, he looked over his shoulder as he turned off the heat on the stove. "Triangles or rectangles?" He teased, holding the bread knife over the sandwich.

She grinned at him and announced, as if she were choosing very carefully, "I think, ummm... triangles."

iPhone 036/365 - Nimono

We had guests came over a few days ago. My wife cooked dinner for the two guests. It was a nimono, vegetable boiled in seasoned broth and salmon rice topped with okra.

My wife is very good at entertaining guests with her cooking. She started with a simple appetizer -- sliced onion soaked in water for a while before serve, then wrapped it up with fresh ham. Each poked with a toothpick and squeezed a little lemon juice on it, the dish came in handy.

When we had nimono, I just realized that she hasn't been cooking Japanese for quite some time. Nimono made me felt nostalgic, thought of home, and with its warmth, I felt blessed and comfortable. Hot soup is always nice to have on cold weathers.

I would like to learn how to make this one day.