Greta75
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ORIGINAL: Termyn8or But see, if I got a Wife I work. When I get home I want something good to eat. The way society was structured the Wife had to cook. You do not enjoy something as much when you have to do it. But I would not expect a gourmet meal every day. Fancy stuff is for the weekends. What's more, I will even do the dishes. I don't mind. People I live with always jump the gun, I said I would do them but let them pile up a bit. They want to only use like 2" of water and only half fill the drainer. I want to fill the sink so the water stays better and run a few loads through it and make the drainer sag from the weight. And I DO know how to load it properly so everything dries. Yea, I work best with a male who can do the cooking, I can do the prep of ingredients and the cleaning up, but the actual skills of cooking, getting it to taste right. It's embarrassing, I think I have tossed the same old pasta a hundreds of time and cannot get it to taste great. We Chinese believe in the hand that handles the wok, not everybody is made equal when handling a wok fried noodles, a perfectly done one needs to have "the taste of the wok". Like a simple aglio olio, really super basic, that all you need is garlic, olive oil, some salt and pepper. One of my friends is a chef, he did it once in his restaurant kitchen, demonstrated to me, and I tasted his version, it was amazing. Aromatic Garlic infused on every strand of his linguine. So I repeated and did exactly like what he did. I got tasteless pasta. I felt like I copied his actions identical, and used the exact same ingredients he did, but my pasta somehow, did not come out right. My fire maybe not on point, I don't know, he cooks by feel. I am trying to get all the technical aspect right but cannot produce what he can produce. I also believe it or not, spent 6 months in a cooking school, learning how to make broth from scratch, making all the sauces from scratch, learning how to cook from making a perfect steak, to making fish and chips from scratch, like start with filleting a fish and produce your own tar tar sauce, to making my own desserts. Everything failed. It was so hard. Getting doneness right on a thick juicy fat tenderloin was especially freaking hard! Using an oven would be cheating, but on a pan, fucking hard! Never got it right without crucifying the crap out the outside. We learnt how to braise lamb, cure meats, bake fish right. It was a pretty good cooking class. But I learnt in that class I was hopeless. My x-dom used to be such a saint, I mean, initially he insisted I cook, so I cooked. But my own cooking was so bad, I usually could not eat my own food, but he will finish them no matter how overly salty or bland it was. Because he say he thanks me for my effort, he was very sweet about it, but eventually, he just decided to take over cooking. As much as I had a horrible mom, but as a woman to her husband. She was breadwinner, as well as the cook. She loved to cook for my dad, and it would be always as good as dining in the finest restaurants in Singapore. She doesn't cook anything out of a can. She could easily be a Michelin star chef. Breakfast, she can make fresh danish pastries or croissants for him, basically, anything you want, she can produce and makes it really good, on top of running her own business and bringing in the dough. A typical dinner would have steam fish, crabs, prawns, soup, chicken, like a whole smorgasbord of food. Each top restaurant quality recipes. I think my dad completely under appreciates her throughout her life. Because very few woman will be so dedicated in making all his meals, fit for a King. Especially if she's working full time and running her own business. And she will only do it for my dad. IF dad is not around, and it's just us kids. She'd never cook for us ever! We get instant noodles or get take away food. I think she was just the craziest woman who every thing she does is to maintain an image infront of my dad, because her act stops whenever he is not around. If I go home today, every morning, there would be something baking in the oven, some fresh cake or whatever, all awaiting for my dad to sit at the table and be served. I think she finds alot of joy cooking for her man.
< Message edited by Greta75 -- 8/1/2016 10:23:55 PM >
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