Charsiew and female writers. When it comes to eating, I'll take the former first.
It was once said, "Let no good Cantonese girl go without her charsiew.
Also, let her never go bereft of soup".
Wise words, surely from a great philosopher.
Dad has long since established an iron-clad dictatorship in the kitchen, barring the entrance of his talentless bourgeoisie children. However, moving out necessitated the disposal of bad habits - and here I am! A super awesome, super motivated protege. An old general is more set in his ways than a concrete slab contained within an ultra-compressed gravity field, though. Apparently, it is a pointless and vile thing for an academic such as I to slave away in the kitchen instead of meticulously poring through scientific journals.
In the interest of gaining a marriageable skill, I launched a campaign of discrete spy-work. I also had to become a sort of linguist and spent hours trying to decipher his unintelligible grunts (the only response he'll deign to give you while cooking). Here is an example of the spawn of this subterfuge.
It's the result of the holy triad: soy sauce, sugar and garlic.
Super. Awesome.
Labels: charsiew, pork, roast, super awesome
posted by Ee-Von @ 5:17 PM,
