April 26, 2010
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Roasted Bell Peppers and Bacon Risotto
I have never had authentic Italian risotto.
There, I’ve gone and said it.
I have this staunch principle, where I will not – even at gunpoint – recreate something that I’ve never tasted before, because I have no idea what the standard or benchmark is, so I’ll never know if what I’ve concocted is authentic, bona fide, genuinely true to the dish’s traditional taste and texture. Like how I’ve sworn not to bake macarons till I’ve had one. And I have. But I still won’t make those little baking devils because I’ve never had one made from Pierre Herme’s shop in Paris because those are the macarons to have in one’s lifetime.
I don’t feel qualified somehow, as though I’m some deluded housewife (which I am not and will never be, so call me one and I will end you) desperate to experience some form of life outside of the four walls of the home she’s bound to, even if that means cooking up some pseudo curry from a recipe that the neighbour’s German wife swears by just for a flickering glimpse of what India is like beyond her seat beside the baby’s rocking cradle.
Oh my, don’t I feel all poetic now. Read more of this post
March 27, 2010
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Seafood Squid Ink Linguini
Most weekends, I stagger out of bed close to lunch time and am suddenly required to come to the timely rescue of Saturday lunch. Like that soba the other time. The day that the family’s home is a day for proper meals and definitely not the Pasta with Mussels that was so suggested.
I don’t cook quite so often as I’d like mainly because I never have enough essential ingredients for any recipe that I’d like to try, and running to NTUC after mistaking the sour cream for my jar of yoghurt for breakfast at 11am? I probably wouldn’t make it home in one piece.
So, you know, I eat whatever’s on the table the moment my stomach demands to be fed.
If Saturday lunch were to be hastily thrown together, however, I want to be the one doing it. I will jump off a bridge into a vat of acid before I let anyone forcefully bind frozen mussels with a mish-mash of leftover pasta in a meal. NO. Read more of this post