30/07/2024
THE ONE WITH THE TOMATO SAUCE
By Juliana Kung
I have received a few comments that my previous column was a bit on the heavy side, so let me try something lighter for my twelfth column in this summer time issue.
The past two months have been rather eventful for the culinary scene in town, with the Chaîne des Rôtisseurs Macau Bailliage welcoming its new Bailli Délégué, Ms. Ada Chio, as well as a newly appointed Committee. Meanwhile, Michelin-starred guests chefs from different parts of the world (Heinz Beck, Dave Pynt, Olivier Elzer and José Avillez to name just a few) have roamed the spectrum of restaurants at the different resorts, creating unique experiences for everyone, especially those with an acquired taste.
Not being able to commit myself to all the exciting dining escapades, I was very glad to have been able to make it to the Disciples Escoffier dinner, which featured a four-hands menu curated by the President of Disciples Escoffier Shenzhen Chef Alan Yu, who helms One-Michelin-starred Ambré-Ciel, and Vice President of Disciples Escoffier Macau, Chef Giulioantonio, who also wears the “toque” of Executive Chef at Mandarin Oriental, Macau.
The 8-course menu included an entrée of delicately assembled Sicilian Red Prawns (my love!) dressed in Yuzu sauce, Salicornia and Chives Oil for a refreshing beginning, which then led to a clever reinterpretation of Xiao Long Bao served in an intensely flavoured Matsutake Consommé.
The meat dish, my favourite of the night, was Baby Pigeon Ballotine crépinette, with Celeriac Purée with Truffle Pigeon Jus. The burnt, savory goodness of the caul fat and pigeon meat in every bite was just mind-blowing.
I was in my own realm savoring every bite of my pigeon dish when a Russian lady at our table, who happened to be in Macau just for this dinner, gushed about how wonderful it would be to have a chef husband.I very quickly replied, “No! Chefs cook lazy food at home!”
And to my surprise, Chef Gianluca and Chef Bobby who were at our table, immediately applauded me in agreement.
“How do you know what?” the gorgeous lady asked.
Well, I didn’t want to “air out my dirty laundry” right there at the table with people who may or may not have known my only chef ex-boyfriend, so I simply replied that I have enough chef friends to know this.
But as I want to make things lighter and more fun for you, my readers, I don’t mind sharing some stories here. (I know what hypocrisy this is. Also, not a Taylor Swift wannabe).
To begin with, until I met him, I had never once had a home-cooked steak that wasn’t butter basted with herbs and seasoned with black pepper. However I soon discovered that my chef ex-boyfriend only had table salt at his home, and he once served me a piece of very mediocre steak, bland.
Then, earlier this year, two days after I was discharged from the hospital in Hong Kong after having a myomectomy done, he was sweet enough to volunteer to make pasta for us. Being horribly in pain inside-out, I sluggishly told him that the doctor had specifically said that my digestive system was affected by the general anaesthesia that had been necessary for the surgery, as well as the strong antibiotics that the doctor prescribed me, so I could not eat al dente or anything too stimulating for my stomach, including spices.
After taking note of these dietary restrictions, he promptly hopped into the kitchen to get started. Soon a delicious tomato aroma filled the air, which awoke my appetite.
I said “Grazie” as he served me and quickly started taking big bites of this yummy bowl of al dente pasta!
Initially I thought to myself “Okay, I’ll just bite them into smaller pieces so that my tummy won’t dislike it too much.”
But two more bites later, my mouth and my stomach began to burn. I turned to my chef to reconfirm if any spices had been put into the tomato sauce. As the pain in my stomach grew, my anger grew twice as much as he told me, “Yes, I put chilli but I took it out of before I put it on the plate.”
I was in too much pain with three incisions and two stitched-up wounds on my uterus and a burning stomach to even yell at him, so I just uttered an agonised “Whyyyyy?!” I
n the midst of my suffering, he told me, “Because the sauce wouldn’t taste as good without it.”
I couldn’t even manage to gasp a “Porco Dio!” at him as I was consumed by all the different degrees of pain in my body and I just had to lie down.
There are more stories to tell, but I should stop here because I’m running out of space in this column. As speechless as I was when all of these things happened, it’s actually giving me a good laugh now that I’m typing it out. The best part though, is knowing that he will never find out that I wrote about him because apparently, “Chefs don’t have time to read!” — not even their girlfriend’s column!