Stories from a Bambusbaer

You cut your steak in big bites, medium rare, with some hint of the blood in the middle of the meat. You chew like it was the most delicious food you ever tasted. Maybe it is. Or perhaps you just want to praise your own cooking since you spent the whole evening just to provide us a fine dining experience with candlelight on your own balcony.   I know that you wanted to take me to your favorite restaurant in the town. I wanted it too, but not as much as I want us to have our own time in our own space like this. Like we used to. Like how we made our ‘financial crisis’ era as a student, became something romantic in our own way. “The steak is good, right? I marinated it properly this time and the meat also with a high quality. You taste the difference, right?” I nodded. Chuckled. Happy with your contagious excitement. You are always being very passionate about food. About cooking something good. About providing the best for you and for me too.   Do you remember those times when yo...

Source: Instagram @bambusbaer_ "Let’s go!” I said to you in front of the class. Today is Wednesday, and we both have a class that ends at 12.30 at noon. “Where?” You asked me to hold your bag as you wear your winter jacket before we reach the building door. “To buy some chilis.” I grinned.   “Again?” You hold your step, facing me then fix my scarf on my neck and some hair on my forehead. You know what, I love it when you do that. “Yes. We can buy some noodles also if you want. We finished the last one.” Actually, you finished the whole package I bought last week. “But we won’t stay long there, it’s too cold to stay outside.” You told me. “Of course.” I smiled, full of assurance. I didn’t tell you my plan. Actually, I would like to visit some clothing stores, look at some novels in a bookstore, then maybe walk around a bit in the park and take some pictures. Later, if you want, we also could buy coffee before finally taking our chilis and noodles in our favorite Asian store. After ...