Emergency Mode
My sister is still looking for a job, so we're going into 'emergency mode' as of today. No more eating out, no buying anything except gas and groceries. It will be like grad school again, only less desperate. We'll eat well, don't worry.
So my last 'non emergency' meal was with J and M's friends H and A; we had dinner at Smokin' Pete's BBQ, a new place in the Ballard neighborhood which is just citified enough for a gentile foray into down home bbq. It's pretty good, especially the sauce, although I still prefer the Pig Iron. In the bbq wars, I'm coming down heavily on the side of dry rub. It's because I'm Illokano; we tend to pay a little more time and attention to roasting and flavoring meat than the Tagalogs do, which is why our adobo is BETTER.
I said it!
Anyway, H and A felt bad that we were going into emergency mode, but I'm pretty excited. It's like a challenge. They didn't buy it, but I told them, oh, it's Lent anyway.
I'm going to go upstairs and cook myself an egg.
2 comments:
you know, i don't think i tasted any difference between your adobo and my mom's.
still yummy and vinegary and good the second day.
Your mama is Visaya. They have good food. Also, her friends in LA were probably Ilokano.
Either way, the distinction I'm drawing is that the Ilokano way of making adobo is boiling the liquid all the way down to nothing, and then pan frying the chicken to brown. This is as opposed to the 'impatient' tagalog way of just pulling the chicken out once the meat is done and then serving all that liquid as a sauce.
Also, thanks for the adobo compliment. Come over now, and we'll have some. --jpv
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