Chicken Suya

Quiet apartment, clean counter—Chicken Suya sounded like the kind of recipe that lets you breathe while it cooks.

As it warmed, the kitchen smelled like cinnamon humming under it all. I lined up the ingredients like a short assembly line and set the timer out of habit.

I cooked by smell and color more than the minute hand; the food told me when to move.

I considered texting a friend to come by, then decided to enjoy the quiet instead.

Acid and a pinch more salt clarified the flavors; without them it reads a little flat.

I’d pour a light red or a crisp pilsner; both cut the richness in a friendly way.

Microwave plus a quick skillet kiss brought it back to life on day two.

Next time I’d finish with lemon or a spoon of vinegar; brightness is the difference between fine and good.

I kept the music low and the heat lower; patience gave me better texture than bravado.

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Bottom line: steady, satisfying, and worth repeating with tweaks.