Thank you, dear readers,
for being so patient.
I really wanted to do the chicken satay last night,
but it was just not in the cards.
Let's fast forward to today.
My marinated chicken, coming up to room temp,
is in the bowl at left.
And I have two peanut sauces.
My most recent one has real peanuts,
coconut milk, and lime juice at top right.
The one I made the other day,
actually has peanut butter in it.
Bottom right.
I skewered the chicken pieces.
Peanut sauce from yesterday's recipe at left.
Peanut sauce with peanut butter from
the other day at right.
Here, I'm testing the temperature of the oil.
I stuck the end of a wooden spoon
into the hot oil.
If bubbles bubble out vigorously,
the oil is hot enough
and you're ready to fry.
Skewered chicken went into the hot oil.
After about 2-3 minutes,
turn over.
Sticky, sushi rice is ready.
I have the chicken skewers on the left,
my dips on the right:
2 peanut dips,
and my refreshing cucumber/vinegar dip.
Close ups.
I thought my chicken satay was quite good.
Middle Hawthorne was home with his girlfriend,
Tabitha.
They both referred to my dinner
as "dank."
And I went to the urban dictionary,
and dank means "awesome," "high quality,"
or as Mid H and Tab told me, "damn delicious.
Now.
On to Mr. Hawthorne.
Crapola.
He said he liked chicken:
Fried
Baked
Stir Fried
"But I don't like it like this.
It's got taste, but it's dry.
There's a hint of Indian."
Well, crap.
That "hint" of Indian
would be the TABLESPOON
of curry, maybe.
Except that curry in Indian cuisine doesn't mean
curry POWDER.
It refers to something else entirely.
So I don't know what the
hell he's talking about.
OH ... AHHHHH!
20 minutes later after I posted,
Mr. Hawthorne admitted it WASN'T DRY.
This was after I dogged him about it.
He said he "didn't like the spices."
I don't know what the man is tasting.
I do know what I tasted.
And it was good.
Try my chicken satay.
Both of them
The last was the better.
And please tell me what you think.
I'm not making anymore chicken satay
unless it's just my children and me here
eating it.
I thought it was quite good.
Of course,
Mr. Hawthorne had to go
and make something entirely
different from what I had planned.
Rosie is crestfallen.
She's tired.
And she's going to bed.
Mr. Hawthorne?
You've beat me up here.
Now, as you know,
I cannot cook a definitive meal.
Mr. Hawthorne always has to come in and cook
something else.
Today was no exception.
He put a few bacon slices in the pan.
Cooked the bacon up,
then added his fish fillet.
And lemme just say,
I've never, ever
heard of this fish.
King Clip Fillet.
Here's Mr. Hawthorne's King Clip fillet
with bacon.
A very nice fillet.
I found it similar to grouper.
Mr. Hawthorne's fish.
I have tried my best with chicken satay.
And peanuts.
I'm backing away now.
Even though I thought it was good.
Mr. H. has worn my ass down on this.
Fie!
5 comments:
Looks delicious. I'd eat it if I could eat chicken.
Sorry about Mr. H.
I'd try some if I were there.
Looks great to me! The last time I made satay, I asked my husband to help me skewer the chicken. He ended up getting the marinade everywhere. Turmeric + off white cabinets = huge mess.
At least if he doesn't like it, he'll cook something else for himself rather than just throwing his fork down in disgust. I cannot count how many times my dear hubby has done that and I have thought about stabbing him repeatedly with said fork.
(At least his mother is always on my side when I bring up one of the incidents... she talks about how much she'd love it if someone cooked her up that lovely dinner...)
And yeah... the hubby is also one who does not like a HINT of curry powder in anything he eats. His loss.
My hubby's the same way - not a fan of curry, especially curries that include coconut milk. I think it's the sweet-spicy thing that bothers him. He liked my satay, but there wasn't coconut milk or curry in it, and I made a peanut sauce with just pb, soy sauce, fish sauce, sesame oil, and ginger.
He'll try anything once, and can make himself a Totino's Party Pizza if he needs to.
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