10.240
2 (Mon) September 2019
2.25
by me
at home
-Dasmariñas Village, Makati, Manila, Philippines-
with the Family
The Ggori Story – an allegory of self-reliance and self-pity in a pot of oxtail stock.
Having been sick in bed for the past few days, I needed something hearty to get me back on my feet, but W isn’t the type to cook me comfort food, even when I’m deathly ill, so I made myself a batch of oxtail stock.
As previously noted, the oxtail available here at S&R is from New Zealand (see generally 8.083 Ggori Tang). It doesn’t have as much inherent beefiness as American or Korean oxtail. And the meat is more tender – younger cows, perhaps – so it breaks down much more quickly, after just a couple hours, not enough time for the stock to reach optimal depth of flavor or texture. Trying to achieve better flavor and texture in shorter time, I doubled the amount of oxtail with the same amount of water that I would normally use (see generally 3.111 Ggori Tang).
Which left us with a lot of meat.
For dinner tonight, just the meat. As is, with a touch of sea salt and a few tears (see previously 8.134 Boiled Oxtail).
I feel a bit better physically, but even sadder to think that nobody loves me enough to feed me when I’m down.