cooking boycott

last night i declared a cooking boycott. yup. i am going on a break from cooking dinner next week. with pasta bolognese being the exception, because i still have a frozen batch of sauce from the other week. oh, and arroz a la cubana which i can cook with my eyes closed. 


i saw the boycott coming. it started from the half-hearted chicken soup invention the other week, which was accompanied by the half-thought of chicken in lemon & lemongrass stew. the former because i refuse to dig into the forest of boxes to find my cookbooks while the memory of BBB's mom's chicken soup wafts in my head. the latter because i just wasn't concentrating on what i was doing.


this was still in the middle of when my boys were sick, and there was really no point cooking since they were in no state for eating. and then there was the breaded fish that decided to start to burn on the outside while remaining really moist inside (edible to BBB but LP didn't bother). and the last straw was last night's breaded chicken parmesan that decided to be tough and overcooked. bleah. don't get me wrong. i have cooked these dishes before to resounding appreciation. just not this week.


i grew up eating food that was fried to death. it was not all friend food (ah, i miss tagalog and bicolano cooking), but when it was fried, it was fried in a wok with smoking oil, fried so it was dry and crunchy, to kill all creatures not meant to be consumed in food (say, tapeworm from undercooked pork, and such). 


i developed an aversion to food swimming in fat, but equally not so very well trained in appreciating the moist insides of fish and chicken (i do eat meat medium rare). so i am my own enemy. and exasperated with my recent output, the general boycott is here. i know, i should just stop deep frying things.