I’d never call myself a cook, but there are some recipes I’ve got nailed.
Ice cubes, for instance (see image, right).
Canned soup. I am a can opener meister.
Heating the soup?
Butter? I’ve got that stick out of the wrapper and onto a plate in seconds.
Otherwise, my kitchen adventures generally look like this:
But the other day I encountered this glorious photo in my newspaper:
It’s Takeout-Style Hot-and Sour Soup
And thought, “Oh, does that look good! I want some of this!”
Further perusal told me that this recipe was “especially easy.”
Better and better.
Then my eyes drifted down the page, to the ingredients:
All sixteen of them.
Sixteen ingredients? Geez!
Even Colonel Sanders keeps it to eleven “secret herbs and spices”!
And the recipe directions?
Let me put it this way: The recipe directions were shorter than War and Peace…
But not by much.
And the verbs involved in making this soup?
Rinse. Soak. Squeeze. Reserve. Strain. Discard. Slice. Chop. Combine. Mix. Marinate. Stir. Boil. Cook. Remove. Discard. Add. Simmer. Recombine. Separate. Pour. Turn off. Serve.
Well, I was certainly feeling the “strain,” just from reading the directions.
And when I got near the end, “turn off” sounded like good advice.
So I did.
I won’t be making Hot-and-Sour Soup, “Takeout-Style” or any style.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I left something heating in the microwave…