Porgy and Chef

Chef has this thing he does when is cooking, it will raise your heart beat. If something goes even slightly wrong- he barks a curse word. For example, I'll be in another room and I'll hear "F**K" yelled really loud, like he cut his pinky finger off or dropped a knife on his sous chef Pig.
"What happened?" I yell, rushing into the kitchen. Only to find his frustration directed at an oddly shaped squash or some spice spilling onto the counter. At least, I used to rush in with worry now I just smirk and continue watching The Hills. After charging into the kitchen several times to his cries of panic I have given up. He is my boy who cried wolf. So last week Chef bought some Porgy filets from the market. He has become quite the risk taker with the fish. And why not? It is such an exciting discovery, so many tastes and textures to try. So he buys some filets from the market and as he starts prepping I hear all these words flying out of the kitchen, I ignore them and continue with whatever I am doing, until finally it is too much. I go into the kitchen and he is picking apart the filets yelling something about bones and how the guy sold him twice what he asked for. Chef is angry about the bones. For me this is no big deal, in Turkey a fish without bones is a fish not fresh enough. So I leave him to pick it apart, he fries it and it was delicious. And the bones were removed which was fine with me, because a fish without bones is a lot easier to eat. Although while he removed the bones it sounded like a sailor convention in the kitchen. Such is Chef's kitchen etiquette.
On Saturday Chef bought Skate. He cooked it in olive oil and prepared some fresh asparagus. He thought it was to chewy, I liked it a lot.
For Sunday night dinner we had an Indian theme, Chicken tikka, fingerling potatoes cooked in various spices, and some basmati rice scented with cardamom pods. I had to remind Brother to slow down while eating, he likes it that much when Chef cooks.