Like a lot of people around here lately, I am afflicted with a multi-day stomach ache. Normally that would have me getting by on soup and crackers, or craving congee or ice cream or steamed custard or something. Not this time.
The only thing that would do was Chinatown food. Oh, not the really bad stuff, the overcooked butterfly shrimp wrapped in bacon, or the slimy overcooked boy choy in thick flavorless transparent cornstarch slurry, but the next tier up, the stuff made by people who actually knew how to cook when they came over. Haven't had it in years; haven't craved it in longer than that.
Fortunately I had a copy of Martin Yan's
Chinatown Cooking. Martin Yan played the buffoon on his cooking show, but a guy I knew who knew him said he's the real deal, he just has a schtick. I brought the book out for the very first time.
Paging through, my eye settled on Tomato Beef. Oh this seems promising. Thin-sliced flank steak, onions, green peppers, celery, tomatoes. Ketchup in the sauce. Sensible cooking process. Any remaining hesitation went away when I saw, in the marinade section, "two teaspoons whiskey." Oh yes, this is the one.
It was just what I wanted. You could say it was a bit too sweet, had a bit too much onion; that it was not really very Chinese. I would nod in agreement, while taking yet another bite, and privately thinking that it was just perfect for what it was supposed to be.