Facing my fears : wiener schnitzel
The other day, as I wrote my post about fried eggs, I thought maybe I was being a huge phoney. What are the ethics of slagging off a whole cooking technique when one has never attempted it? Surely "try everything once" applies to more than braving your way through a bowl of glutinous soy with raw squid ( that´s the one dish I have truly hated in my adulthood).
So today I decided I´d be brave, and at least know what I was talking about.
Because I love and adore schnitzel, escalope milanese, filete empanado or however you want to call it. For years and years it was the only thing I ordered in restaurants. And even now I still do, often. There´s nothing I like more, and today I wanted it. I thought, why deny myself my favourite thing?
So I faced my fears, refused to be a wimp, and bought two thin veal escalopes.
I blitzed stale bread to make crumbs. I pounded the meat wafer thin. I beat eggs, I floured, egged, breaded. I made a salad, I oven-fried the potatoes (well, I wasn´t going to fry everything ), and when the time came, I flung the meat in the hot oil. Like a little trooper. You should have seen me. Unfazed. I was so proud of myself.
And it was delicious. My favourite restaurant meal, there, on a plate, at home, so much better for having the salad just how I like it, and all the potatoes I needed. The meat so tender, the outside so crusty and golden...
But never again. That´s it. By the time I started to eat, I was a nervous wreck, I was flushed, sweating, and beginning to curse my wild idea.
José swears my hair doesn´t smell of fried stuff, but I can´t tell if that´s the truth or just a desperate attempt to make me fry again.
Today I am a stronger person, and I know I can face my fear , but also that I don´t want to.
The only thing I love more than schnitzel is being proved right, and I can say with all truth, and from first hand experience : Frying sucks. If you want something fried, let somebody else do it.
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But I bet it was very very good ...
I agree wholeheartedly! Frying is such a mess, and I always get teeny tiny little burns on my forearms. No fun at all.
I also feel that you should leave one or two dishes to the restaurants. Even though I love to cook, there is something exciting about going out to dinner to get that one special dish you just can't recreate at home.
haha! way to go! frying is a big pain in the ...well, you know....
however, i have a special place in my heart (and kitchen) for home-fried tostones - i will fry those any day! mmmmm!
¿Alguien se acuerda de una convención de druidas en la Galia de Asterix y Obelix, en la que uno de ellos inventa un líquido que, si sumerges las manos en él, puedes meterlas luego en aceite hirviendo y coger unas papas recién fritas sin cuchara ni nada? ¿No es un gran invento?. Yo haría una inmersión total en el producto (una especie de bautismo fritanguero) y luego ¡que me echen huevos y papas y pechuga y lo que sea!
love the drawings!
And you´re right. It´s better to have someone else to do it. Maybe you can convince José next time ... (devilish smile)
Lego, ¡buenísimo ese capítulo de Asterix!
I know what exactly what you mean, I really, desperately want to make my own donuts, but with all that frying involved I am really put off. Maybe someday ill be as brave as you.
i feel the same way about sauteeing fish
not in my house, no way!
its far too small, and i HATE when my clothes smell of oily cooked fish
its disgusting and that's what the restaurants around the corner are for, no?
Ivonne: it was pretty awsome
Christianne: I agree, I like to dream about my favourite restaurants and what I´ll have when I go.
Chanelle: tostones! now THAT is brave.
Lego y pulgón: recuerdo bien. creo que era la hoz de oro, no? Pero por mi, tendrian que inventar tambien un destructor de olor a frito.
Guru: if you´d seen the mess José makes just opening a packet of mozarella, you wouldn´t ask him to fry...
Jenjen: donuts , or rosquillas, the Spanish version, are off the chart. I try to get myself invited to the homes of people who fry them.
Ann: exactly. leave it to professionals, I say!
I used to be in the fear-of-frying camp but I've slowly moved to the other camp.
I still do have reservations about it -- I know my clotes smell like fried foods after frying so I am sure my hair does, and the smell does linger in the house.
But when I produced my first fried asparagus spear (my first excursion into frying) I was pretty ecstatic.
Only for squash blossoms will I do this. I would do pretty much anything for squash blossoms.
But there is also a teeny part of me that says I must make french fried potatoes/chips/ frites before I die. Probably soon. Maybe this month. Why, I am not sure. But there it is.
I am impressed! Brave of you to try; wise of you to decline a repeat preformance. Some things are better left to those with commercial deep fryers.
I absolutely love your blog! Both the writing and the illustrations are just charming. Thanks for making me smile.
Era Asterix en Germania. Es una competición de druidas, y los germanos estan espiando para raptar a alguno que les pueda ayudar a ser mas poderoso.
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