Chey’s Lounge

Hello ladies and gentlemen. You’re not going to believe it.  I’m feeling tired again. I have a valid reason, though… this time. I did a pretty decent amount of cooking today. I made chicken tikka masala, rice, and naan. It takes so long to make it all, but I persevere because it’s fun and good. I am a white woman and I don’t normally wash my chicken; however, I do wash it if I’m making a non-white people-inspired dish. Idk, it just feels right in my heart to give it a little rinse and scrub with a lemon or lime in that case. Idk if it makes sense, but that’s what I’m going to do. I honestly would’ve skipped this step if what happened to me after had happened before (I micro-planned the knuckle on my finger while grating ginger). What else went wrong? Well, I didn’t burn the rice, but some definitely browned and stuck to the bottom of the pan because of the residual heat coming off the pan I was using to cook the naan. I have to be honest, I used some ghee to try to help break it up a little, and it tasted really good. It’s a completely different culture’s cuisine, but the rice has inspired me to perhaps try making tahdig (crispy Persian rice). Maybe I should clarify that I made my rice today by using butter, onion, and garlic that I browned the rice in before adding chicken stock. Good stuff. Anyway. 

Things change, life happens, you gotta keep going forward and can’t look back too long because it simply does not matter. If thinking about the past could change it, I’m sure there would be a lot of heartbroken mothers who would be able to manifest their lost child or something. But there aren’t. So there isn’t. For now at least! Speaking of for now… we’re currently in the midst of the last football game of the regular NFL season. I can entirely believe my favorite team had the season they did. Big game tonight. Maybe there are no big games and it’s all rigged. Maybe it’s not even considered rigged because it’s all for entertainment. That’s life, baby.