You Gon’ Fry Dat?
Without fail every time I take out a package of chicken thighs or pork-chops, the questions start pouring in. “Are you gon’ fry dat?”, “How you gonna cook them?” “Whatchu gonna do wit dem chicken thighs?” and so on and so forth. No! I am not going to deep-fry those chicken thighs. No! I am not going to bread those pork-chops and submerge them in a vat of oil, or Crisco (a tugboat favorite). Speaking of Crisco, I am on a boat with 7 people and I am pretty sure there is 7 pounds of Crisco on-board the tugboat. Half of the crew loves fried food, the other half eats the way I do. So that means if I decide to fry something I have to make 2 meals. One for the healthy eaters and one for the “Fry-ers”.
Now the “Fry-ers” think I love to fry things. I have no idea why, but they think my idea of a good time is sitting in front of a pot full of boiling oil for an hour or so in an already hot boat, running off the coast of Texas in the summer-time. Back in the “good ole'” days when I ate fried food, I still hated frying. It stinks up the boat, gets into the A/C vents and makes a complete mess. Flour and grease everywhere is not my idea of a clean boat, but the “Fry-ers” think otherwise. I was once asked if I could fry salmon. Now I am not sure if you can fry salmon, but I have never seen it done nor do I think fried salmon sounds appetizing. These guys would probably have me fry a stick of butter so they can spread it on their toast in the morning.
I am not a boat chef, I am the deckhand. Cooking is one of my many responsibilities. Most other tugboats have two deckhands, so the cooking gets split up between two people. The certain vessel I am on, it is just me. So I am the cook/chef/sous chef/fry-cook. Don’t get me wrong I love to cook, I just hate when people ask me to fry things. I am not your personal chef, I am not a restaurant chef, hell I am not even a chef…I am just the deckhand. I think I produce some pretty good meals that a lot of people would be happy to eat. I mean I have personally seen other food on other boats and I think I am doing a pretty good job. I guess all I needed was to vent. This all stems from my meal tonight which was chicken thighs made into chicken cacciatore and spaghetti squash. When I had the chicken defrosting, I was asked by two different people if I was “gon’ fry dat”, and then the spaghetti squash complaint. “What is that? diet spaghetti?” Im sorry I am trying to incorporate some vegetables into your diet, I am sorry I took the chicken skin off of the thighs, I am sorry I didn’t “fry dat”, I am sorry I am trying to make a meal thats a little healthier than you are used to, to prolong your already miserable existence. The lesson learned from tonight was not to care what other people think about what I cook. I cook for myself and if you don’t want to eat it, make a PB&J sandwich or starve, just don’t ask me to “fry dat”.