Cooking

Angeline and I took our first cooking class last Saturday, despite her having the worst case of pink eye I’ve ever seen (we tried to find a stand-in for her prepaid slot unsuccessfully). Anyway, the class was on basic Chinese cooking, and an area chef supplied us with recipes and went over some basic techniques. I can’t say that I learned much that I didn’t already know, apart from the Mandarin words approximately meaning ‘slice’ and ‘shred’ (and ‘death’), but this was a nice format for a class (that is, much wine was consumed).

We’ll see how it goes when I remake all of these dishes in my own kitchen, which is coming because Ange was unable to taste anything we prepared. I had to describe it in my uninformed-food-critic vocabulary: “hmm, I guess it is salty and grassy.”