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stoutfellow) wrote2006-05-09 02:01 pm
stoutfellow) wrote2006-05-09 02:01 pm
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Culinary Envy
During my grad school days in Chicago, I knew a fellow named Albert Fu, and I envied him. He was an astrophysics student, and a good one. He was tall and rangy, a demon on the volleyball court, and by reputation also a skilled break-dancer. Also, he could cook. Once, I remember, he held a dinner party. He invited, and made enough food for, twelve people, but only six of us showed up. Nonetheless, every scrap was eaten, and unanimously voted delicious.
I thought of Albert today. Yesterday, on impulse, I picked up a packet of microwaveable egg rolls. The package boasts of their sweet'n'sour sauce. However, the sauce comes in a separate packet from the egg rolls, and the instructions say nothing about its preparation. Yesterday, after cooking one of the egg rolls, I squeezed the still-frozen sauce onto it. This was not entirely satisfactory, so today I put the sauce on the roll before popping it into the microwave. This was not quite right either, and I am at a loss for tomorrow's experiment.
I decided that I shall have to teach myself how to make my own egg rolls. (This was what brought Albert to mind.) I am a decent cook, I think, but too often I take the easy way out, buying frozen dinners and the like. They're tasty enough, but I know I can do better. So. Egg rolls.
It was at that point that I remembered what Albert served at that memorable party: not egg rolls, but four different kinds of stir-fry.
Now I'm confused.
I thought of Albert today. Yesterday, on impulse, I picked up a packet of microwaveable egg rolls. The package boasts of their sweet'n'sour sauce. However, the sauce comes in a separate packet from the egg rolls, and the instructions say nothing about its preparation. Yesterday, after cooking one of the egg rolls, I squeezed the still-frozen sauce onto it. This was not entirely satisfactory, so today I put the sauce on the roll before popping it into the microwave. This was not quite right either, and I am at a loss for tomorrow's experiment.
I decided that I shall have to teach myself how to make my own egg rolls. (This was what brought Albert to mind.) I am a decent cook, I think, but too often I take the easy way out, buying frozen dinners and the like. They're tasty enough, but I know I can do better. So. Egg rolls.
It was at that point that I remembered what Albert served at that memorable party: not egg rolls, but four different kinds of stir-fry.
Now I'm confused.