I always thought that my friends and colleagues never bother with my blog. Even if I share some of my blog posts that I thought could be interesting for them to read on Facebook, I always thought that they hardly bother. And then I learned that it is not the case, and that quite a number of them actually do read some of what I post.
Today I learned that not only do some of my closer friends read my blog, I also have some friends who I have minimal interaction with after we left school, but they read my blog. In fact one of my silent reader was a friend from my Chinese tuition class. We have not seen each other for more than 10 years now. And she does not even have Facebook, but she reads my blog. She reads almost every single one of my posts since the old blog. She’s also married so don’t get the wrong idea.
This friend, the last time I saw her was when we had a gathering among a few close tuition mates shortly after we got our SPM results. I don’t remember the exact date and exact place we went for that gathering, in fact I don’t even remember what I did during the gathering, but apparently, we went to Sushi King. How do I know? Because this morning, I received a Skype message from this friend asking me: Eh? You eat salmon now? I thought you hated salmon? I remember the last time we had that gathering at Sushi King, you avoided the grilled salmon at all cost!
Thanks for giving me something to write today, my dear. As I have written about my relationship with beef, now I am going to tell you all my relationship with salmon!
I don’t hate salmon. As you can see, I absolutely love salmon in the form of sashimi. In other words, I am fine with raw salmon.
What I do hate, is cooked salmon. I don’t care how fresh the salmon is, or how you cook it. You can give me poached salmon, steamed salmon, deep fried salmon, grilled salmon or baked salmon. I hate them all!
If you ask me why, I don’t think I can give you a very good answer. I hated that taste which I would call the salmon taste, because that taste does not exist in any other fish that I have ever eaten. I don’t think very many of you would understand this, because when I said there is a weird taste on salmon that I don’t like, my family and friends would stare at me like I am the weird one. Some of my friends would say: “Weird taste? What weird taste? It tastes like any other fish!“, so I suspect I am the only one who can taste this strange taste.
I don’t understand this myself. This taste will only surface when the salmon is cooked. If the salmon is raw, I would not be able to taste this strange taste and I would love this fish. And I don’t think it has got anything to do with the freshness of the salmon. Some of my friends commented that maybe I have only eaten cooked salmon that was not fresh, that’s why I get the fishy taste. It’s not the fishy taste, it’s the salmon taste! And there was once when my mom pan fried some salmon and my sister exclaimed: “Wow! This salmon is so fresh!“, but when I placed a bit of that fish in my mouth, yup, that horrible taste is still there.
I don’t know. I guess my tongue is broken. That must be why it seems like I am the only one in this entire world that feels salmon has a strange and horrible taste when cooked.
My first experience with cooked salmon was at home, some time during high school. Before this, we never had salmon at home before, but my mom started to be more health conscious and she read that salmon has very good naturally occurring Omega 3 or something like that, so she started buying them from the market and cooking them. I’ve had salmon sushi before and I thought they were delicious, so I was excited to see mom dishing out that big slab of grilled salmon. But my excitement became horror the moment that first mouthful of salmon touched my mouth on that fateful evening. That nasty taste exploded in my mouth and I was taken by surprise. In fact I was so ill prepared to deal with that foul taste that I quickly spitted everything out, to the anger of my mom.
Since then, I have tried a few more cooked salmon, both at home and at the restaurants. My experience had never improved. After awhile, I finally gave in and decided that cooked salmon is just not for me.
The memory of that fateful evening is basically ingrained in my heart, so of course, my mom would forget it. When I started working in Penang, every time I go home for a visit, this conversation would happen between me and my mom:
Mom: I’m going to cook your favorite fish for dinner tonight!
Me: No need lah, don’t treat me like someone special, just cook the usual stuff!
Mom: No, you don’t come home very often, I must make sure you get your favorite salmon!
Me: What? Salmon? That’s not my favorite fish. That’s my LEAST favorite fish!
Mom: What? I thought it was your favorite fish. Since when did you start hating it?
Me: Since the first time you decided to cook salmon for dinner?
This conversation is not a one off. It would repeat itself almost every time I go home for a visit..
Oh, and one more thing. I also hate it when people try to convince me to give cooked salmon one more chance because I have not tasted really really fresh salmon yet to conclude that I hate cooked salmon. Leave me alone! Get out of my life! Seriously, I agree with your rights to love cooked salmon, but you should also agree with my rights to hate them.
Next time you see me blogging about a bacon sandwich or bacon pasta or bacon whatever, feel free to comment “Oh, lovely recipe, but bacon is too oily, I would substitute it with salmon” because it is well within your rights to prefer salmon over bacon. But don’t you ever ever add “You should try it too, it’s good! Cut back on the bacon!” because if you add this, I would be really pissed off and feel like slapping you.
Don’t tempt me!
On a probably unrelated note, I would never understand bacon haters. I mean, doesn’t matter if it is pork bacon or beef bacon or lamb bacon, any kind of bacon is seriously the most delicious meat in the world by a million miles. How can anyone hate such delicious strips of meat?
In an ideal world, anyone who tells me bacon is bad or horrible, I would slap that person. In fact I would keep slapping him/her until he/she wakes up from that delusion and attains enlightenment. If I am allowed to set a law in motion, then I would make bacon hating a federal crime, punishable by fines of up to RM 10 000 and the criminal would be sent for bacon rehabilitation where he/she would be stuffed with bacon purchased using the fine money.
But this ain’t an ideal world, so I can only fantasize. So to all the bacon haters, you stick to your bacon hating while I stick to my cooked salmon hating. 大家河水不犯井水 各自相安无事 (The river does not infringe on the well, every one lives happily ever after), okay? 😉
Why am I even saying all these here? This post is supposed to be about salmon, now I think people will comment about bacon instead! 😐