I’ve been in a cooking mood recently, so I’ve been spending more time than usual in the kitchen. I’m a big fan of Chinese food, and I ended up making sweet and sour chicken twice last week. It turned out so well last time that I decided to up the ante and try something a little more difficult. Tonight I decided to prepare sesame chicken. I learned lots of things in the process.

First, I learned that sesame chicken is not very healthy. The sauce, which the recipe suggested was sufficient for four servings, contained 1 3/4 cups of sugar. That’s more sugar than I’ve had since… well, Easter. Bad example. But still, it’s a lot of sugar.

Then, I learned that boiling soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar together in a pan makes a horrendous stink. I made the mistake of inhaling directly over the pan only once; regardless, I don’t think I have nose hair anymore. Justin said it smelled like the biohazardous materials they stick in the autoclave at work.

Next, I learned that it’s not a good idea to bread chicken by hand and then toss it into the deep fat fryer. The oil is now a nice milky color. It’s actually a great color for coffee… just not so great for oil. I’m seeing if it will settle, but I’m not thinking it’s going to.

Then, I learned the difference between caramelized and over-caramelized. I also learned that one should pay attention to a sauce when it’s on the verge of caramelization, and not wander off for a few minutes to cut chicken into bite-sized chunks. When I came back, the sauce had tripled in size and changed color from a light brown to a deep, rich brown. It had also gone from slightly soupy to thick ‘n’ hearty.

Finally, I learned that one should learn from one’s mistakes. Instead of chalking the meal up to a loss, I dumped the chicken in a bowl, scraped the caramelized sauce on top, and stirred like mad. The sauce took approximately three seconds to go from quasi-elastic to hard enough to bend my spoon. I was left with a ball of chicken that tasted a bit like burnt rock candy. Yes, I tried it. I even sprinkled it with sesame seeds and put as much as I could get back out of the bowl in the middle of my plate of rice. :)

Now I’m in the process of learning just how hard it is to get rock-hard sugar off an assortment of cooking utensils. I’m hoping a prolonged soak will make my job easier. As such, there’s a bowl of caramel chicken soaking in the sink downstairs. I’m thinking I should stick to sweet and sour in the future.

Posted Thursday, March 31st, 2005 at 6:50 pm
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Responses to “Chicken balls, anyone?”

mom

What you made was chick brickle. Slightly different ingrediants, but same method gets you peanut butter brickle.

mom

It’s much like the carmel on corn or a toffee
comes down to how long you cook it.

Kara

Was anyone rolling on the floor laughing b/c of this post? Or do I stand alone? I laugh because I could picture myself doing the same thing….then getting mad and going and getting chinese take-out instead :) Congrats on the chicken balls, and being brave enough to try to even make sesame chicken. :)

Amanda

Are you still trying to do your funny/vulgar title thing? Because I guess I need an explanation for this one…and the answer is no thanks. :)

mom

You have picked up some great ads to go with this!

Catherine

Ha. Okay. Not to prove your mom right or anything, but Mitch Hedberg is my brother’s favorite comedian, and I got him Strategic Grill Locations for Christmas this year. It doesn’t exactly warrant the Twilight Zone theme music (I’m humming it anyway), but it’s still coincidental. At the very least, you could marry my brother. I mean, he’s not gay, but who am I to get in the way of fate?

“Wearing a turtleneck is like being strangled by a really weak guy.”

Great comic. Oh, and *mumble*Pope*mumble*…

Catherine

Also, your mother has informed me that we would have very smart children. Good luck with that!

mom

Patrick, as described in Catherine’s blogs, reminds me a lot of a young Rob. They could be great brother-in-laws! do-do-do-do-do-do do-do