Think, Pats! Think!!

Newp, it’s not a person.

It’s related to my old flame: food.

I’ll let you in on a secret (although a considerable number of people know this already): i didn’t really want to become a doctor in the first place. I just did, because my dad (thanks to him) ordered me to check that tiny box beside the question, "are you interested in the INTARMED program?" or something like that.

My first choice as a profession? Being a chef.

I unearthed this hobby of mine a couple of weeks back when i threw in some stuff together for salads during Valentine’s Day. It was then that i realized, hmmm. This is fun, indeed! Not only is it fun, but also relaxing.

Some people have told me, mapapagod ka lang pag nagluto ka pa! etc. But it has a different effect. Once i come home from work and settle in the kitchen, the toils of the day that has just passed suddenly vanish, and i become just Me. Not a PGH doctor who has tons of stuff to worry about, but just another person preparing a decent meal. It doesn’t matter how much booboos you’ve committed during the day, or how many problematic encounters you’ve had… food is what matters while you’re in the kitchen, and you CAN forget everything else. Yup, a very therapeutic distraction, indeed.

Try it sometime. You might like it.

For those of you who do… recipes would be highly appreciated! Hehe.

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