Dialogues: Do you like to cook?

São: Do you like to cook?
Me: Yeah, I do.
S: Do you want to make lunch for all of us?
M: Uh...right now?
S: Yes.We want to taste some American food.
M: Umm...sure.
*fridge raiding ensues, and the mental gymnastics of how to make 'American food' in someone else's kitchen, with limited time and only a handful of Mozambican spices.*
S: I'm going to take your picture so you can show it to your mom.
*I smile a little too enthusiastically*
I made beef and potatoes and onions and garlic and carrots and tomatoes in a frying pan. With Italian seasoning (because that was about the only familiar seasoning I could find). I'm not sure how 'American' it was. But...
*later*
S: This food is good. You could get married next week.
So there is that.

Here you are, Mother dear...

...photos courtesy of São