While it seems the apogee of ingratitude and privilege to complain about your personal chef (It’s H of course ) I’m driven to a rant. NO ONE in my family or circle of friends would begin to understand this, so am afraid the need is to offload the frustration here.
As mentioned before, H has taken over the kitchen, including cleanup. His choice. I always offer to help, but he declines, usually.
Issues are this: when we remodeled kitchen we both agreed/insisted on powerful ventilation, paid accordingly, and it works awesomely. It may have the maximum CFU’s that can be used in a home kitchen, both legally and safely. Problem is he only puts it on the lowest setting, despite me telling him tactfully, yet repeatedly to use the highest setting for both searing and frying. At low, we are left with lingering food smells that don’t have to be. Last night he set the smoke alarm off. It’s screechy loud, stays on forever, and could rouse the dead. I have to go outside or plug my ears, as I think it could truly damage your ears. Was pretty ticked off, but can’t say anything. Let’s hope experience is a good teacher here.
To continue my bitching, he pan grilled halibut and totally effed it up. It was about 4 inches thick, and he didn’t slice horizontally for faster cooking, nor did he season sufficiently with salt or anything else. He ruined a great piece of fish, almost a sacrilege to me. The outside was extremely overcooked like water packed canned tuna, straight up. Inside not as bad, but - lacked flavor. Again I can’t complain, so said very little. I’d had a late lunch and wasn’t hungry, so I chose not to eat. Again, improper use of fan so smelled fishy in house.
Admit I was in a bit of a snit. Realize everyone makes mistakes, but he makes the same ones repeatedly. Am going to retake searing, frying and in house fish cooking away from him. And that is that. Rant over for now. Thanks for listening. Feel like a brat posting this, and it is just food, after all. BUT, If he sets the fire alarm off one more time, I’m going to disable them ALL, and then leave the house for several hours, to sit in my car. Somewhere.
Now I have to eat the bespoke halibut tacos for breakfast because he’s on my case to eat the leftovers. Usually a delight, may have to choke them down…