My friend Danny had me over for dinner this evening. Danny who is of Indian and Jewish decent excels at cooking Italian food.
Tonight he made Chicken Parmesan "Why its called Chicken Parmesan," he said, "I can't figure out since its usually served with mozzarella." Maybe his clear thinking on subjects like these is what helps create the great results he achieves with his Italian cooking.
Seeing and tasting this food sure was a nice experience, and created an interesting reaction from me, one I though was worthy of this blog.
The way the food looked was the first thing I noticed. Since he doesn't add cloves of garlic, but bulbs of it (is this the word?,....you know the entire bunch of cloves!) you can see the pieces, cut nicely small. when you eat it. The sauce cooks for more than an hour and since he uses crushed tomatoes, it has a nice thick consistency.
Under the sauce (which doesn't fall off the chicken but sits on top), the chicken is nicely browned and asymmetrical. It looks like a piece of chicken should look. Nice presentation.
More secret ingredients? Well I won't publish them here. But if you want them, ask me and I think he'll let me give them to you.
Here comes the part about the thoughts that went through my mind when eating it.....
First I started consuming it like I hadn't eaten for years. I felt like a dog with a bone. Anyone that came within a few feet of me was in danger of losing their life.
After consuming about 1/4 of it I realized I better slow down or else it would be gone before I had a real chance to enjoy it. I started eating more slowly, savoring each biteful.
When reaching the end I felt disappointed and when completely finished, I made sobbing noises because I was genuinely sorry it was gone.
No one likes to see a girl cry and happily he sent me home with two extra pieces.
I hope they make it through the night!
