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I know I flail and fail miserably at cooking, but even I surprise myself sometimes. For instance, last month, I learned to make shrimp tempura—and now I can proudly add that dish to my grand cooking repertoire consisting of tadaaaah—exactly two dishes:
1. shrimp tempura
2. egg in all its glory: specifically fried, scrambled, hardboiled, or done sunny side up
The reaction I got from learning to make tempura is nothing short of ridiculous though. You would think I was trying to feed them a Fedora Hat. Or that I’d shown up in the kitchen wearing a psychedically colored shirt and spreading the gospel of Jesus.
“You’re in the kitchen,” people marveled. “You’re actually in the kitchen, chopping off shrimp tails, and nothing untoward has happened!”
Their reactions irritated me, naturally. What were they expecting—blood? Severed limbs? A catastrophe of Chernobyl proportions? I can cook gundemmit, and I shall prove this to everyone once and for all.
Less than an hour after, I ran out of the kitchen with the lid of a wok in hand, screaming, “Help me! I’ve been burned, burned!” I’d tried to use the lid as a shield a la Spartacus. But there’s no shielding one’s self against the fury of a deep-frying tempura.
The good news is that the burns turned out to be non-life threatening. The bad news? My ego took a badass whumping. It’s safe to say someone won’t be going anywhere near frying pans any time soon.
Oh, and I don’t have a picture of the epic Chin versus Wok battle so I drew this on my Doodle notebook. This is me, only I have a more Indio nose. Heh.
