Last night, stars must have been aligned and the moon in the seventh house: I finally succeeded in making a really tasty pan of
teriyaki chicken. The problem with making this particular meal is that a friend
of mine used to cook it and I’d only ever watched her making it her way. I
liked her version, and so shunned what the great and vast internet might be
able to tell me on the subject.
The process as witnessed in that kitchen up a hill eight
months ago was the following: oil (can never remember if this was veg/olive) goes
into a pan. Chopped up garlic, ginger and dried chilli are added to oil to flavour
it. A spatual-ed nudging of the garlic and ginger to the side of the pan and
then chicken (always on the bone) is put in skin-side down. At some
point, a certain amount (I’ve had to experiment) of soy sauce is slowly added
to the pan, and then spoonfuls (see prev. parenthesis) of sugar sprinkled over
the lot. I missed the next bit but the chicken always emerged from the oven so,
in light of the laws of physics, it must get put in there at some point before
we eat it. Yes. I think that’s right.
I have tried again and again to replicate the above, always
producing something not quite right, not quite the same and on a number of
occasions, bitter and burnt. This in turn would leave me feeling bitter and, in
my eagerness to taste and see whether I’d managed it this time, often somewhat scalded on the
tongueandwhilewe’reonthesubject how is it right and just in this world that the
only way of checking whether the food you’ve just made is gross or heaven is to
force yourself to try some boiling hot sauce that will burn your tongue and
give you a questionable impression of the dish as a whole anyway and then you can't even enjoy the food if it's decent because your tongue's like a carpet??! Grrr.
Frustration, then, was mounting. But lo!
chiaroscuro as sunlight hit the dark clouds of my culinary depression - I made a break-through. As is always the case, I made a small change or
two. I resolved to remove the garlic and ginger from the pan after their
aromafying of the oil as they tended to burn if the heat was to high but if the
heat was too low, the chicken didn’t brown. Full steam ahead, chicken went in
and I resolved not to be impatient but Just Let It Brown This Time. And it did
– GLORY. Well most of it. I’ll get better at being patient I’m sure. Then I
tried a new set of measurements and proportions for the soy/sugar. Five dessert
spoons of soy (new kikoman soy sauce which is meant to be the best) and four of
golden caster sugar YES it sounds a lot when you put it like that but you’d eat
it in a restaurant wouldn’t you WOULDN’T you so just pipe down.
Heat under the pan went low as the soy went in since it
tends to be petulant about over-heating (hence the burnt taste). Chilli and garlic returned to the pan. As soon as
froth started happening aroundybout the chicken, it all went in a pyrex dish
and into a high-heat oven. Boom. Rice. Purple-sprouting broccoli and lime, cos
there weren’t no lemons in the fridge. Splendid. Better than splendid. Divine.
Crispy, sweet, salty, chickeny, ricey, yummy goodness. This is the one dish
I’ve repeatedly tweaked and now that I have the recipe, timing and method in my
head (although it could still improve), I do feel a bit like its really mine,
and more so than a meal from a recipe.
Liberation after the long-struggle against the oppressor Cook Book!