< This must be what God feels like every day.
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So I'm making dinner tonight. Asian. I already have my thin-sliced beef marinating (in honey, soy, sherry, tomato puree, cloves, ginger, garlic, salt, pepper, cloves). I prepped my veg stir-fry (zuchinni, onion, carrots, celery). I made some ginger icecream - MMM - and the sauce for it.
Oh my god the sauce.
So I make some orange juice, about a gallon from concentrate. Minute maid, no pulp. Into a large saucepan, all nice and whisked, bring it to a boil. Down to a simmer and skim it every few minutes. I keep the heat uneven so that the funk gathers on one side of the sauce.
Reduce that down to mmmmaybe an eighth of a cup.
Add a little nutmeg.
When I taste it my first reaction is disappointment. Well. That sure is a reduction, I think to myself. Not impressed. As I'm trying to figure out what it's missing, the flavours develop on my palate and oooohhhhh man. I catch sight of my reflection in the cabinet door and my eyes are like saucers. I can't stop myself... I take another taste. Oh, god. Now that it's cooled slightly and the nutmeg has released a little flavour it's like an orangegasm. I have to restrain myself to stop from actually moaning.
It is sitting in my refrigerator waiting to be served.
I feel like I'm made of magic =)
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