Sunday, February 19, 2006

DINNER

For dinner last night:

1. Garlicky-to-the-point-of-combustion gyoza dumplings.
2. Chocolates with a beer jelly centre.
3. Exorbitant chicken sashimi (a.k.a. Raw Poultry - Avian Influenza Express).



I could barely sleep because of my own pungent garlic breath. The chocolates were actually really good. But it was the chicken sashimi that I'll never forget.

First of all, I don't even eat regular sashimi, in the form of sushi. I'll eat it on occasion, but I believe that everything tastes better chargrilled. (One exception: why would anyone want to deep-fry a Mars bar? Or ice cream?) In this era of bird flu, raw chicken is just about the last thing I would want to eat.

These sashimi-grade chickens, however, are organic, exclusive, pampered, and expensive. I didn't pay for it; it was a gift, which meant I had no choice but to try it (especially with the gift-giver sitting across the counter from me). At chi-chi restaurants, these chickens are served in pairs of paper-thin slices. Meanwhile, I got maybe a kilo of the stuff. I could probably pawn it and buy a new iPod. Not a Shuffle - the video kind. These chickens probably live in suites at the Intercontinental and get aromatherapy treatments and regular pedicures. I can't think of any other reason why they'd be so expensive.

The chicken is sliced thinly and served with translucent slivers of white onion, mounds of grated garlic, and Kagoshima-style sweet soy sauce. Taste-wise, it's not too bad. After all, you can barely taste the raw flesh with all the condiments. And you can't go wrong with garlic, onion, and soy sauce.

But at the end of the day, it's raw chicken. There's still a good 800 grams left in the meat drawer of the fridge, which is going to be fantastic griddled and served tucked into a toasted pita with bitter greens and thick slabs of cheese. Or maybe marinated in my unbelievable tandoori mixture, roasted in the oven, and sprinkled with a confetti of torn coriander just prior to eating.

Looking forward to tomorrow's lunch.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Girl,
I lOVE Sashimi, but as much as I love chicken I dont think I could eat chicken sashimi and I dont know why.... Oh hell who am I trying to fool I would eat anything as you know. Passed your site on the Clark Mocek, hope you dont mind, let the stalking commence. By the way when I was in Vegas I upgraded my ipod, its SO fine and black and sleek... its plays videos and I keep photos on it, I am in serious LUST.
Hang ten dude and quit chatting about food !!

8:54 PM  
Blogger e! said...

You'll never get me to stop talking about food!

Everyone's welcome here - ESPECIALLY all y'alls who know how I can get and will still forgive me for all the rubbish I write on my blog.

As for the iPod, consumer lust is in effect; but I can't get rid of the one I have now, since I recently got a LOUIS VUITTON iPod case (^o^) Unless the Photo one is a similar size, of course.

6:40 PM  

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