Nowhere is quite like New York City. Especially Utah. Not saying that I dislike Utah because I like it quite well, thank you very much. But there is a certain sense of adventure that I've been missing since my trip. This also could do with the fact that I've had no classes for 4 weeks, and have only been doing the same things over and over again at work. Which I enjoy. *Disclaimer to prevent getting fired.
To fill this void, I have gone on a couple of cooking adventures these past two days. Note: there are no pictures to protect the innocent. The innocent are the food because they did nothing wrong and their mangled images should not be shown on the internet.
First up was pot stickers. Easy enough: you pulsate some ingredients into a mush, wrap them, fry them, and then steam them. If you don't know what happens when you fry something and then are required to add water to steam them, bless your soul. Also, never try it if you are faint of heart. Hot frying oil and water combine to make a miniature explosion in a pan. This I already knew, and yet I was still not ready for the chaos that ensued. By the fourth and fifth batch of pot stickers I was able to get them out of the pan cooked and whole. The previous ones weren't so lucky. It was almost like eating the stuff that's in my grandpa's pictures from the Korean War. But more tasty.
Tonight's adventure was wontons. Can we say Asian Invasion? When everything is said and done, let it be known that frying is much better than frying and steaming.
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