While at home in January, I bottled up a randomly proportioned mixture of soy sauce and sherry, and threw a few tablespoons of corn starch in a baggie. A few days beforehand, I picked up some frozen chicken breasts, broccoli, and Uncle Ben’s rice.
On Valentine’s evening, I sautéed the chicken breasts adequately enough, added some broccoli, and then emptied my soy sauce-and-sherry concoction into the pan, followed by a corn-starch slurry. The “sauce” quickly thickened, so I poured the dish onto a bed of mushy instant rice and served, thereby violating a cardinal rule of cookery that has remained front-and-center ever since:
TASTE BEFORE YOU SERVE.
I had set a table for our meal, and presented the plate beaming with youthful, ignorant pride. My date took her first bite just as I took mine, and as my taste buds recoiled from the onslaught of gloppy, salty, overpowering “sauce,” my mind cried, “Oh NO!”
It was obvious in afterthought that soy sauce is strong and salty; it must be diluted with at least water and sugar. Additionally, I had failed to properly proportion the corn starch to the sauce, resulting in a pudding-like texture.
I looked up apologetically and felt my cheeks start to burn. My date managed to choke out an “It’s good,” and even ate a few more bites before agreeing that we should just order a pizza.
We dated for another year or two before going our separate ways. After college, motivated by the gastronomic disaster of my freshman year, I continued to develop my culinary skills, eventually attending culinary school. I cooked professionally for several years before hanging up the apron and starting a different career. I cook for family and friends; I truly enjoy creating the perfect sauce, one that fills your mouth with absolute pleasure. And while I may have made it many times before, I always taste before serving.
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