Kitchen Chronicles: Taste Your Progress
I was out of my element -- and Donny was nowhere to be found. I've biked in minus 20-degree weather. I've talked my way out of cacophonous situations. I've worked with teenagers. But for some reason, making stuffed pork chops was requiring more attention to detail than I thought.
I wasn't rushing or over-analyzing (but I do tend to talk a bit after some good coffee), I just misread a measurement. It turns out, when your salt-to-stuffing ratio is 1:1, well, everything just tastes like salt.
I guess the moral of this story is either talk less or taste your progress. As you may have guessed, I'm going with the latter.
Luckily, I tasted the stuffing before the pork chop was grilled. I was relieved that I hadn't become a deer, because it was gross, you know. Crisis averted.
I'm not being facetious when I say, cooking has taught me many things that I haven't learned anywhere else. Now I'm constantly tasting what I'm making. It's so important to check yourself as you progress through whatever you're working on. Play "devil's advocate" with yourself, ask a straight-shootin' friend for advice and live in the moment.
I'm still a novice but now I'm making dishes like whisky shrimp wrapped in prosciutto, wild rice pilaf with squash, zucchini spaghetti and pesto and of course, the Mexican garbage burrito.
I encourage you to taste your progress, until it gets you in trouble.
