Some time ago, before we, the Dominicans friars, discovered that we could cater food for the friary, each one of us used to take turns to cook for the whole community until the days when we started to show the first signs of malnutrition. Monday was my turn. I have to admit that I had never enjoyed punishing the brothers with my culinary experiments. Neither did they it.
One Monday, I was on my way to the market, when I saw a Pizza place. Suddenly my mind saw the light. Two pizzas could solve my second course problem in a matter of minutes. I entered the place full of confidence, happy to have found a fast and cheap way to solve my Monday crisis. I took a look at my favourite pizzas and saw the price. All my hopes were shattered. Two pizzas would have cost more than twice the usual budget for Monday dinner. I turned back and headed for FairPrice Supermarket to look for anything edible that could be cooked in ten minutes.
Now, why on earth were those pizzas so expensive? I admit it. I don’t like to pay. Read the rest of this entry »




