The kitchen God is on holiday
Yesterday:
- cleaned and redecorated the pool room, finally put all my postcards up on one wall
- played pool by myself and won :P
- went to my friend T’s housewarming party. I’m so proud of her. Her own two-storey, two-bedroom, 1.5 bathroom and one-garage flat all to herself. She yanked the old carpet out a few weeks ago and paid someone to lay out wooden flooring (up and down) for a dirt-cheap $5,100 (including labour).
- Went to a Filipino restaurant for the annual Christmas party to pick up my Grandma. That was entertaining. Usually, in karaokes, most people sing badly. Last night, it was like Australian Idol, 45+. Everyone sang (relatively) well.
- Slept early in the morning with the book I’m reading left open on page 182
Today:
it started out so well...
I love Japanese food, especially the deep fried vegetable fritters. I love how they are sweet, cold and dry and yet so crunchy and yummy. So today I downloaded the recipe on how to do deep-fried vegetables.
The recipe for the batter went 1 cup flour, 1 cup milk, 1 egg, salt and 2tbsp of oil.
I mixed roughly one cup flour, roughly one cup milk, three eggs, five teaspoons sugar and 2 tbsp of oil. Three eggs coz I already cracked them open before I downloaded the recipe and sugar because Japanese recipes usually have sugar in them.
Meanwhile, I also decided to make fish balls from last night’s left over fried bream. Never made fish balls before and thought how hard can it be. So I chopped the fish pieces into even smaller pieces, chopped onions, mixed them together and instead of salt, I used chicken salt.
Cut a long story short, the oil wasn’t hot enough so my eggplant fritters ended up very soggy.
Then I used the same oil for the fish balls and the oil temperature was too high. So they were burnt outside but undercooked inside. Plus, I put too much chicken salt so they were too salty, even after I rescued their ‘undercookness’ by slicing them in half and re-frying them.
I ate the soggy eggplant fritters but threw the fishballs away. How bad were they? Even my brother refused to eat them.
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