>Last night was a problem. Jim's cousin Dick was coming for >dinner, and I always fix a special meal for him because he >so much appreciates it. Having decided on Suki Yaki, I brought >home all those wonderful ingredients ahead of time, and thought >that this would be a breeze... Hours ahead of his 4:00pm arrival, >I started washing and cutting up all the greens, and I actually >filled two huge turkey platters with giant heaps of colorful foods >as I had seen my Japanese assistant do 10 years ago... There >were bok choy, Chinese cabbage, snow peas, tofu, scallions, >giant sweet white onions, red onions, chrysanthemum leaves, >and lots of the fresh mushrooms which look like golf tees on >elongated stems.. Next to marinate the very thin sliced beef: >oh yeah, dummy, I forgot to thaw it! I even forgot that I could have >used the microwave to encourage the thawing.... so there I was, >cautiously peeling away shreds of lovely beef from a 3-lb mountain. >I pulled out my Korean cookbook and made up the yummy marinade, >and coaxed the beef into it. > >Set the table, placed all those platters on top, added the table-top >cooker on an extension chord, and then put out the assorted Greek >olives, the Korean 'oy kimchi' ( new cukes stuffed with very hot >shredded peppers), Thai pickled onions, and the Korean daikon >(white radish) salad which we love. Prepared the cooking sauce of >half soy and half aji mirin (Japanese sweet cooking wine). Got the >chunk of beef fat out of the freezer for greasing the pan. Put out the >Greek beer. And I was so overwhelmed by the amount of work >involved here that I helped myself to a daiqueri which I had also >prepared for the occasion. > >It wasn't until I sat down to do the table-side cooking that I realized >what I had done... I had prepared the beef for a Korean Bul-gogi . . . . >not a Japanese suki yaki...! Ye gods, Penny, time for another >daiqueri, to ease the trauma, of course. I never said a word about >it. And niether Jimmie nor Cousin Dick knew the difference. Penny, how could you! I've never ever done anything like that. Unless you count the Thanksgiving when, after dinner a friend helping put leftovers in the frig said "hey, what's this bowl of sweet potatoes?" or the time I prepared pastitsio with half of the recipe from the right-hand page and the other half from the left-hand page. >To end the meal I had a Trader Joe's ready-to-bake apple strudel >in the oven as we ate, so we miraculously found enough room to >eat it along with some vanilla ice cream and coffee. Only my hubby >needed a 1:00am snack of 2 bowls of cereal and milk. I'll bet he's a skinny dude, too. Criminey. >And I have no intention of fixing another suki yaki for the rest of >my life. Another daiqueri ? -- well, that's a horse of another color... > >Penny, NY -- oh dear, I never remembered to include the noodles ..... Bottoms up, me dear. Margaret L