through my Chinese "recipes" the other day (long story as to why, but
we're getting desperate with the green beans) and came to some
subsequent realizations.
1. My note-taking skills are absolutely incomprehensible. Handwriting
not so good either.
2. The Chinese people don't measure. They're too cool. I find pathetic
attempts in my notes like "leetle cubes," "a lotta rice," "buncha green
beans," or "miniature-scripture-sized hunk of pork." Somewhere around
"approximately 50,000 previously boiled noodles" then I gave up
altogether and everything is "some." Some oil, some peppers, some
ginger. Whatev.
3. Freak, you can make anything in a wok. Except for maybe bread.
4. From what I can discern, many Guangdong dishes are somewhat
formulaic. The equation goes something like this:
*Note: c in this equation does not represent speed of light, but instead"copious amounts of."*
5. The cooks, Michael and Denial (read: Daniel)? Pros.
1 comment:
hahahah this is how old american women cook too! it is probably universal!! :) I must be OCD about recipes like I get anxiety if I don't know exactly how much... except cheese, you can always add more cheese :)
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