Sorry for the profanity, I couldn’t find a better word to express my feelings.
I’m usually a very happy, laid-back girl. So today, I didn’t expect myself to blow up.
I mean earlier I had a great workout at my 1st barre class.
I got $15 on Craigslist for something I’d been renewing for MONTHS.
AND I got a free entree from my favorite Thai restaurant, because they screwed up my order.
So how could my day get any worst?
When someone fucking cooks the shit I was gonna prepare.
Now I don’t expect some of you to understand why this is so upsetting or such a big deal to me. I mean let bygones be bygones. It’s just fucking food. You could always go back to the grocery store, prepare it and cook it again.
No, that’s not why I’m pissed.
It’s the DISRESPECT you get when someone executes their own opinion on the things you’re super passionate about. When your words don’t matter, simply because their way is always the right way.
In my case, it’s cooking.
Here’s what happened:
I told my family,
“Hey, I just added more marinade to the Korean short ribs. It’ll take awhile before it can soak in all the flavor, so let’s cook them on Saturday (2 days later).
And tomorrow, I’ll bring back some Thai food since I’ll be in Fremont (40 minutes away).”
By the time I came back home that Friday night, both hands clutching onto two bags of take-out, and saw my Korean ribs already cooked on the table, I blew up.
DID YOU EVEN HEAR A WORD I SAID YESTERDAY? IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO LISTEN? WHY WOULD YOU STILL COOK THE RIBS WHEN 1) THEY’RE NOT READY AND 2) I CALLED IN EARLIER TODAY TO SAY THAT I’M BRINGING BACK _____, _____, AND _____ FOOD? DOES IT NOT REGISTER IN YOUR HEAD THAT I’M BRINGING BACK A FULL-COURSE MEAL, STRAIGHT FROM THE RESTAURANT TO THE TABLE? AND EVEN IF YOU WEREN’T SURE ABOUT WHAT I SAID, WOULDN’T YOU F*CKING ASK ME BEFORE YOU PLAN ON COOKING IT?!
I didn’t scream this outloud (despite how much I wanted to).
But knowing how my family went ahead without my consent to cook my ribs, simply because it was just ribs and already marinated, crushed my entire anticipation of achieving what-would’ve-been-the-most-succulent, short ribs.
To be honest, it wasn’t easy getting those ribs. I literally had to bust my 117 lb body into a jam-packed supermarket that opened 2 days ago and claim my rightful spot in line (from stealthy cutters) for over 30 minutes. Then I had to squeeze my way towards the register line to wait another 20 minutes until I could get the hell out the door. All of this….just to get my hands on the freshest, highest-quality short ribs in the whole damn Silicon Valley.
I don’t think my family would ever understand what I had to go through or what I’d do for good food. But I just hate how they sometimes meddle with my business just because they have more years in the kitchen and know what’s best.
Oh, if the meat is marinated overnight, then it’s good to go tomorrow!
Not these ribs.
It takes 2-3 WHOLE days before it can soak up the flavor and taste like real Korean short ribs. Not 12 measly hours.
Gawd, if only my family explored more cuisines (other than Chinese), or at least be more aware about my passion and let me do what I do best, we wouldn’t be eating these tasteless pieces of s***.
And I’m certainly not going back to the supermarket anytime soon, because I’m just sick of wasting more time.
Note to family:
- Next time if you’re going to cook something I’m preparing, tell me first.
- Stop telling me how I should cook. I have my own ways, and you have yours.
Update (2nd day of writing this)
I’m sorry if I sounded so blunt with my words, but this is something that really makes me mad. And I just had to vent my anger by writing out my rawest thoughts.
That said, thank you so much reading all the way through. 👊🏻
If you have a similar story like mine or need somewhere to vent too, just unleash it in the comments below – wouldn’t mind hearing what you guys are going through!