I give in!
Seems I can’t read a blog these days without hearing about someone else’s cooking. Usually more skillful cooking than mine, too – I have a few dishes practiced to dependable edibility, but the rest of my chef-skills stem from two things:
- I watch too much food network. In particular, I watch too much Iron Chef. The take-home lesson on Iron Chef is that in a fight between bizarre innovations and time-honored classics, the bizarre innovations will always win 3-1.
- I’m much more excited by the prospect of seeing-what-happens than frightened by the prospect of eating-yucky-failed-project. I’m not afraid of anything in my kitchen. Except the one knife that tries to eat me every time I open the drawer, and those mysterious tupperwares in the freezer.
What this means, most of the time, is that I find interesting recipes, and then try to make them having only half the ingredients on hand. Or else I take all the ingredients on hand and put them in a wok.
Forgot where I was going with this. Something about marinating chicken in spiced apple yogurt, a flatmate who’s allergic to soy sauce, and how sweet sticky rice with mango sounds like an easier project than challah.
Meh. Thematic development and snappy conclusions are for chumps.
[Update, five minutes later: I can’t even read the Brunching Shuttlecocks without encountering people who make wiser culinary decisions than I do! Hmph.]