Alright mister Food.com, I’m a fan! I love the idea of being able to cook without recipes, but by having the principles down. Here, Food.com explains the components of a vinaigrette and what the purpose of each is! Honey is an emulsifier? Who knew!
I can’t remember if I linked to this before, but this is great! It really helps for those nights when I just haven’t planned a thing. You can make a salad out of a lot of things that might already be hanging out in your pantry and fridge!
I keep looking up recipes and trying different ones.
I think so far, we like this one best!
I WANT TO CRY.
Today was supposed to be my menu planning day. Well it is 1:24pm, and here I am, with my bowl of macaroni and cheese, and wondering “What in the world do real adults want to eat?!” and “How am I supposed to make it?!”
Seriously. Rotisserie chickens and salad, I’m coming for you.
I’ve been noticing a serious lack of really good food blogs about Hong Kong style food in ENGLISH. I’ve been thinking about it from time to time, because that is what I grew up on, and now I feel like I have little way of replicating it. I’ve asked my mom to PLEASE write a recipe book with the stuff she makes for Daddy. My mom is very health-conscious, especially because my grandparents on both sides have diabetes, and my father has high blood pressure. This means that everything she makes is low on sugar and salt, two things that are difficult to come by in modern cooking, I think. We love sugar, and we love salt, and who can blame us? I can’t say her food is the tastiest food I have ever had, and it would probably never survive in a restaurant setting, but it is home-cooking in all its authenticity and comfort. Where do you find that? Not at an expensive Yelper approved restaurant, and probably not on the Internet. Mother is not tech-savvy, and I suspect many other mothers are the same. In an age where anything less than a 4.5 star rating makes me wonder if I should even bother trying to cook it, sometimes it’s easier to just get things straight from the source without hearing other’s critiques. And in an age where anything with a 4.5 star rating often includes heavy whipping cream and other ingredients I don’t have, well….. anyway. I exaggerate. The point is. Mom’s recipes would never make it on the Internet in the way recipes are rated today–primarily by taste–but they make it in the way they make me feel after I eat them. Healthy and nourished. Sometimes, the combinations are plumb strange. Mom has taught me that anything goes, as long as it’s good for the body. Does it have vitamins? Does it have protein? Does it have calcium or is it good for your eyes? Will it ward off a UTI? Then you eat it, even if it tastes like liver, or IS liver. Does it fit in your mouth and is it packed with antioxidants? Then we’ll fit it in a salad. Dear Mom, I hope you never see this.
I still aspire to someday be able to churn out amazing tasting food and chop veggies razor thin at lightning speed and be able to survive an episode of Chopped with random and sabotaged ingredients, but seriously, if I could just be like my mom and feed a family of four every day with fresh, healthy food and make it look EASY, that would be pretty awesome too.
Again! I’m back and trying to be a good homemaker. Because when you’ve lived in glistening hotels for two weeks, you realize your own pod isn’t quite so glistening when you come home to it. All of a sudden the dust that has collected since I won’t tell you when looks so obvious. Like why didn’t I see that before? And the baseboards! I didn’t even know what baseboards were until college. They’re these cute random ledges on the bottom of your walls that seem only to make themselves noticed when they need to be dusted.
Also, when you’ve eaten glorious New Zealand grass-fed cows and sheep (because that’s what normal cows and sheep eat, apparently, without trying to be fancy), served to you by resident Kiwis, your own semi-edible creations of who knows what seem much less appealing. But I’ve been inspired to keep learning how to do this thing called cooking. After all, just what is it that all those restaurant chefs have that I don’t have? Hours of training? Impeccable knife skills? Good creative and artistic sense? Whatever they have, I hope it’s communicable. Just two days ago, I made myself black bean soup. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed to survive. And beans have protein, guys, protein. Protein is to girls with ridiculously fast metabolism and quickly returning hunger, as, as, a good fly trap is to a fly. Sticks to the insides. Sorry. So this black bean soup consisted of items that were still edible in my pantry after our trip (whoever invented canning, bless you).
Let me tell you what was in it:
- Black beans (drained, rinsed. Why we need to rinse and drain our beans, I’m not sure, but the recipes all say to do it, so I do)
- Chicken broth (the use within 5-7 days kind, let’s hope I use it within 5-7 days!)
- Lemon juice (because I found out that practically everything tastes better with a fresh lemon squeezed onto it, so why not my soup? And acid might brighten up the beans)
- A generous pinch of SALT (FINALLY, I learned, salt is not to be forgotten folks)
It was interesting, semi-edible as I expected, but not edible enough that I would feed the hubby with it. So I bought him pho.
Anyway, today, I decided to make a salad, and since I’m tired of store-bought dressings with who knows what natural flavoring or color in there (rumor has it that Raspberry Nestea is flavored with the secretions of beavers but apparently that is “mostly false”), I decided it couldn’t be too hard to make a vinaigrette. A friend on the phone suggested I add some sesame oil to that vinaigrette, and so I experimented with some rice vinegar, olive oil, sesame oil, and salt, in artistic ratios meaning, arbitrary and according to my heart’s desire.
But this helped me, along with some finger licking! Thanks to that website, I may have gotten the proportions right!
Oops, dumplings been in the pot for too long.. gotta go!