If ever there were a coffee table cookbook, it would be Hot Sour Salty Sweet by Jeffrey Alford and Naomi Duguid. Its oversized pages are full of the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous photos this side of the last Nobu cookbook, as well as lots and lots of recipes interspersed with white space and information about the Mekong Delta. The beautiful, semi-glossy pages scream for protection from sauces and seasonings, and while imagining the feast to come, they long to be caressed lovingly--far, far away from the kitchen. Plus, the thing takes up a lot of frackin’ counter space and it’s really hard to prop up.
I don’t do a lot of Asian cooking because all that chopping exhausts me and the last-minute, high-heat dance you have to do with the wok (or in my case, the wok-like pan) frazzles my nerves and annoys my family when I start shouting for them to come to the table now, NOW, it’s READY NOW and y’all ARE RUINING IT if you don’t get in here RIGHT NOW! WHY ISN’T ANYBODY IN HERE?! DAMN IT, I just burned myself! CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, THIS IS NOT A RESTAURANT AND I’M NOT YOUR WAITRESS!! A FAMILY IS A GROUP AND A GROUP WORKS TOGETHER AND WHERE IN THE HELL IS EVERYONE??! I WILL NOT WATCH MY LANGUAGE THE CHILDREN HAVE HEARD IT BEFORE AND THEY’LL HERE IT AGAIN IF YOU ALL DON’T COME WHEN I CALL IS IT REALLY SO MUCH TO ASK ONCE IN A WHILE IF YOU WOULD JUST COME INTO THE KITCHEN WHEN I ASK YOU TO??!
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