I can smell it from here. Your story before the sauce also reminded me of the 8-year relationship with a man 20 years older than me before I married my second husband. I wish I had the insight I do now to understand the dynamics, his insecurity, and his need to control me.
That's why "Grandma" recipes are hard to pin down. I did pass the family bulgogi recipe down to my daughter this Christmas. She was horrified with my casual disregard for measuring units. Your instructions read like the conversation we had getting the marinade.
Cooking is an art, and you can play fast and loose with the instructions.
Baking is a science, measure your ingredients with a beaker and a scale!
I can smell it from here. Your story before the sauce also reminded me of the 8-year relationship with a man 20 years older than me before I married my second husband. I wish I had the insight I do now to understand the dynamics, his insecurity, and his need to control me.
You won me over with “enough glugs to coat”
That’s my kind of recipe!
Love your writing, and this red sauce sounds fabulous. May have to try making it over my Christmas break!
That's why "Grandma" recipes are hard to pin down. I did pass the family bulgogi recipe down to my daughter this Christmas. She was horrified with my casual disregard for measuring units. Your instructions read like the conversation we had getting the marinade.
Cooking is an art, and you can play fast and loose with the instructions.
Baking is a science, measure your ingredients with a beaker and a scale!
You won me over with “enough big globs to coat”
That’s my kind of recipe!
Mmm