A hungry man is a desperate and creative man.

Creativity is not the first I’d use on Vincent. I’d say he’s known for more amazing things… :p

But recently, under the layers of good Swiss fur and healthy chunk of brain cells, we discovered that side i’d never quite seen before. And voila! What surprises he whips up in the kitchen.

Of course, creativity is usually sparked when one is soaked in inspiration, or swimming in desperation. Guess which circumstance Vincent was under.

OK, I exaggerate. The truth is the winter has made going out even more unappealing. And after a long day of commuting, we both get home cold, tired and famished.

Vincent usually gets home first. He drops his things, and darts to the kitchen. Throws a bunch of almonds in his mouth, and starts combing through the kitchen cabinets in search of something quick and easy.Chances are, he finds the usual suspects : dried mushrooms, garlic, lettuce, carrots, and frozen jiaozi. (Asian wife, what to do?) The only item remotely close to his heart are 4 potatoes. But who’s gonna wait 1 hour for them to be edible?

Fortunately, the multinational item that every race and religion appreciates across the continents was available – eggs. (H)eggs for french speakers.

So dear Vincent gets all excited. He stumbles upon some leftover ham. Zoot-alors!

I finally return from work, and find him already at the stove with a big smile on his face – Something was up. Sure enough – another big smile looking at me. Mr Eggs with toothy hammy smile.

How was the dinner then?

Well, the other part of the dinner was crispy-fried pasta with butter. Total guy’s dish, but 100% tasty and loveable.

Strangely enough, I did try to replicate it once. FAIL. Crispiness just didn’t quite hit the note.

Ahh you see. Don’t need to teach a man to fish after all.

Bon appetit!