Dear Giant, I have a bone to pick with you. Your chicken section is gross. I hate raw meat; can we just skip that part and instead have you deliver the meat directly to the countertop in my kitchen? That way I wouldn't have touch the nasty, styrofoam mess that you call a package. Ok, thanks. Love, GinnerAnyway, on my way home from Giant, Char returned my call and I asked her about the ginger, too. Here is something that I learned:
The ginger root is not nearly as strong as the spice in the container. If you are using the spice in the
container instead of the root, only use a fraction of what the recipe calls for. Very good to know!
Ok, I need to add 1/4 tsp salt. No prob. Ok, that was salt right? Yeah. Wait, how much? 1/4 tsp. Is this the 1/4 tsp. measuring spoon? Yup, ok good. Wait, it's 1/4 tsp of salt, right? Yeah, ok, go.
Unfortunately, that is exactly how it goes.
Then it was time for my favorite part...
Now I understand why Emeril says BAM so often. That's what it felt like when I ate this meal. BAM! I literally closed my eyes and I let out a long mmmmmm. Then I looked at Charlie and said out loud, "This is so good." She was the only one around to tell and I had to tell somebody.
Oh, I did make some changes to the recipe.
1. I am a huge wuss when it come to spicy foods (mild wings make me sweat), so I left out the red pepper flakes.
2. I only used half the garlic the recipe calls for. Garlic is not my most favorite thing, so I use it sparingly.
Is anyone else noticing a pattern in the recipe choices I make? It usually seems to be chicken and rice of some variation. I try to expand my palate, but I sort of suck at it.
1 shopping trip
2 phone calls
1 iPhone search
90 minutes (from start to an empty plate)
Again, it was so good.