My housemates rarely complain when I say I’ll be cooking dinner. I’ll get the groceries, do all the cooking, start the cleaning up and most of the time it even tastes good too. But the part where they start to grumble is when the food is cooked and everyone is ready to eat and I’m telling them to wait for a minute because I first want to take some shots of the food. This mostly results in me sitting on the floor/lying in a weird angle attempting to get a nice shot and them standing two meters away from me, taking shots of this scene and making fun of me.
This also happened last night. I had a pork belly wrapped up with herbs in the oven for a couple of hours. The whole house smelled like baked pork, everyone was extremely hungry and they were all waiting for the moment I would state the pork had been in the oven long enough. The tables were set in my room, so there was no place for me to take the pictures so I took them at our little balcony (too bad all these pictures turned out crappy). So here you see me trying without succeeding, but what you don’t see are about five housemates standing inside, laughing at me and my crazy hobby.
I’ll post the recipe later today/tomorrow.