By the way, I had more interest in watching my dog* go through the REM phase of his sleep than writing this blog haha.
So, I cooked dinner tonight. With the help of my father and his cooking skills, I have mastered the art of frying! Let me tell yah, it’s not as simple as it looks. But it’s much simpler and quicker than other dishes out there. For your benefit, I am going to be providing you some images to go along with this blog, sorta like a children’s book.
Ddori was chilling out in Claire’s. This is totally irrelevant to the topic but I felt like it was necessary only because *Ddori is going back to his original owner on Saturday. And at the same time, this sort of picture-perfect puppy image doesn’t come around so often for a energetic dog.
Anyway, today I wanted to be productive. So after an entire morning-afternoon of literally web surfing and relaxing (getting my R&Rs like there is no tomorrow), I had to do some house work to make up for all the over-excessive restoration. I had some frozen chicken, fish, and shrimp in the freezer, and everything I needed for my Secret Sauce (only a select few know what kind of sauce I am talking about). Took everything out of the freezer to defrost and thaw, e.t.c…
I was beginning the cook-off, but something was terribly missing. And the nerves in my body were signaling me towards the radio. MUSIC. I popped in my family’s most beloved kitchen music, cafe de Paris. Oh yeah,
some of you know this album and have requested it, so I’m going to post the link to Amazon and you can check it out there! Putamayo Presents Paris.
So I had the music, and I had the primary ingredients ready. All I needed was some motivation and the secondary! I began looking through the freezer, found some more edible things for later, snacked on some sweets. (I realized when I stay home, I tend to binge on snacks, a LOT).
By the way, you may remember one of my tweets a while back. I wrote, “I love when my mom and dad heat up the kitchen floor with their dance moves”. This is ONE of the albums they dance to. A joyful mood (usually) and a hint of upbeat tunes is a perfect combination for any tired, hardworking, immigrant parents to dance away their troubles. I recommend it! Buy it for your mom/dad, give it to them just out of the blue. They will really appreciate it.
Okay so, back on track. The secondary ingredients needed were:
- Flour (specifically I used 곰 밀가루) funny name eh?
- Beaten up eggs, and beat ’em good
- Bread crumbs (another Korean brand)
Put them side by side, and get ready for some dipping and transfer action. Next I heat up some vegetable oil in the sauce pan, almost like a wok. At the same time I started to make my Secret Sauce. It’s not really a secret because I learned it from another chef from a restaurant I used to work at.
There was more work for me to do as I kept going further and closer to getting the final product. I wished I had a third hand, or another set of hands so that I could take pictures as I was cooking.
I washed the fish (Tilapia fish) and shrimp, which was precooked from another meal before. Frying is a good way to get rid of, or rather, eat food that has been kept for a bit.
As this was happening, I was washing the chicken, slicing it to thinner pieces, and then tenderizing it with a tool that looks like it comes from some RPG game. (Tenderizing Hammer)
So the oil was heating up, the fish and the shrimp were ready and in went the first batch to the mix. 1-2-3, fry. 1-2-3, fry. 1-2-3 fry. This process went on for a while and then came out the final products. (I know I need to work on my presentation, but I didn’t care at this point because I was ready to eat!)
Shrimp w/ the Secret Sauce, boring looking chicken cutlet, boring looking fish cutlet…
So there you have it. My nooby cutlet special. I’d say I did a pretty good job. Next time I’m going to try seasoning the chicken and fish before frying them. I hear that my friend Dan makes a sick chicken cutlet. So does SePort Deli in Port Jefferson, NY (5-10 mins from Stony Brook). Try their “Gasm” sandwich. It’ll keep you busy for a day.
Anyways, it wasn’t all butterflies and daisies with this meal. There were consequences for having used so much oil to cook a one time meal, as well as feeding five hungry adults.
With wrinkly fingers I end this entry.
Good night, 1:51am
-Kyu
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