In this monologue I'd like to tell you about my favourite dish.
I like eating good food, but I can't really cook, so I usually buy precooked meals and instant food.
Before, when I still lived with my mother, I used to eat more healthy food than I do now. But now that I live alone I have started eating more junk food. The only person saving me from this junk is my elder sister, who likes to cook and is always glad to come to my place to cook and keep me company during dinner. I love what she cooks, especially her special, the secret of which she refuses to tell me. I often add a lot of salt and red pepper to my food, which is why I like her pasta and chicken specialty so much - it has a lot of different spices. I'd like to learn to cook it, but my sister refuses to tell me which spices she adds to make it have such a rich flavour, which is why I just ask her to cook it for me more often.
To conclude, I like it better when somebody else cooks for me, and I can just assist in the process. I know my sister likes to cook and always adds a part of her soul into the making of her dishes, so I happily eat everything she cooks.