So it doesn't matter where you go. Every little Chinese take-out place has the same food with a few exceptions here and there. You ever notice that? Ever notice that they all have the same misspelled words on their menus too? Seriously is there really only one publisher in the U.S. that prints these things?
Calling in your order is always the same too. You call the restaurant only to be greeted by someone who is obviously a little too busy to take your call. Usually the person on the other end isn't too well versed in conversational English and you find yourself repeating your order like 10 times just to get your order across. I really do feel bad for them because there is always so much background noise like loud clanging pans and such. You know it must be hard for them to hear you in the first place. Did you ever notice that no matter when you call the answer to the question "When will my order be ready for pickup" is always 35 minutes. Really?? You could call at 3pm on a Wednesday afternoon for an order of plain white rice and get the same time frame.
Who knows? I mean every now and again it is great to take 4 hours out of your schedule to go get some take-out Chinese but is it really worth the hassle?
The last time that I ordered Sweet and Sour Chicken I got something that I can only assume was dark meat chicken completely mummified in what can best be described as "pancake batter". It was like they got one of those little Bisquick Shake & Pour things from Food-Lion and dipped the chicken in it. It was greasy and soggy. Not a great texture. The quote "sweet and sour sauce"...yeah what the heck is that stuff? Clear, red, and lightly jelly like. Gross! Pancake batter dipped chicken in some sort of red high fructose corn syrup glaze...Really is this what I ordered??? I was expecting crispy fried chicken, you know like the chicken from a really good General Tso, and a thick glaze with peppers and pineapple. Arg! Asking for it to be different could lead to you being banished from not only that establishment but all others as well. Remember I mentioned that they all seem to use the same publisher for their menus. Yeah it's like a front for the Chinese mafia and the Kung-Pao 10 Most Wanted or something.
Well when I was a wee little boy growing up in Scotland....wait sorry that was the beginning of Braveheart. Actually when I met Jen we were in senior high. I remember it like it was 16 years ago...oh wait it was. I really do remember the first time that I had really good sweet and sour chicken though. It really was almost 16 years ago that Jen's dad was in the kitchen stinking up the house with the sweet smell of deep frying goodness! I happen to try to look over his shoulder as he was secretly making something for Jen's dance recital dinner. I caught a glimpse of these crispy little golden nuggets bubbling away in the hot oil and draining on a paper towel next to the little Fry-Daddy before he quickly shifted to cover his secret up. I asked him what he was making and he passed me this book that, no lie, was in Mandarin Chinese. I looked at him like he was a spy for the Chinese government before noticing that the opposing page had the recipe in English. Sweet and Sour Pork? Yum, I guess, never had it. I gave him a quizzical look and he told me that he was making sweet and sour chicken. No sweet and sour chicken that I can remember ever had looked like that. Although who was I to argue his recipe book was in Mandarin. I remember the fury of which he was mixing together ingredients and then into a frying pan went some canned pineapple and sweet bell peppers followed by what he had been mixing together. It was like this pale, cloudy, gross looking, foul smelling stuff. Was this really sweet and sour chicken? Gross! No...wait for it. The stuff in the pan began to bubble and toil then like in a weird chemistry experiment turned clear, red, and thickened up. The glaze was finished. He then mixed the perfectly crispy chicken into the pan and tossed it together. The glaze over the chicken was enough to lightly coat it allowing the chicken to remain crispy. The glaze itself had turned from this foul smelling, watery substance to something that had a great sheen, great smell, and beautiful orangeish-red color! Altogether the dish looked amazing! Beautiful contrasting colors served on top of perfectly cooked and fluffed white rice! I think that I must have drooled a little or maybe it was the dumb look on my face but Jen's dad gave me the slightest taste with perfect mall food-court Chinese etiquette. Yeah...he stabbed a piece on a toothpick and held it out to me. Just as I was reaching to grab it the sun came through the window and illuminated the chicken skewered toothpick and the throngs of heaven sang in beautiful chorus! (Ok so I made that part up) What happened after was a transformation that has left me scarred for life. I can no longer go to a Chinese restaurant, even our favorite little dive, and order that nasty, Americanized, garbage that they pass off as sweet and sour chicken. I give you fair warning right here and right now. Once you make this you will never again be able to order this from a restaurant. Your name will be given to the publishing company that is a front for the Chinese mafia and you too will be on the Kung-Pao 10 Most Wanted list! On the flip side you will know what real Chinese have known for centuries and that's how Sweet and Sour Chicken was meant to be! Enjoy this culinary trip to the Far East and let me know how you like it!
This is for you Pops! Love you so much and thank you for sharing!
This is for you Pops! Love you so much and thank you for sharing!