Having only recently discovered the joys of watching all the terrific cooking shows on television, I had to figure out a way to quickly identify recipes that would not work for me. So I came up with a short list of warning ingredients. I call them code words. At the mention of any of these words I can quickly recognize that chances are good that I will never be preparing a specific recipe.
Capers: Ewww. Pity the poor, hungry soul who once became brave enough to pickle and eat this.... this ... whatever it is. And more pity to the person who figured out that it was the perfect compliment to smashed up goose liver.
Anchovies: Admittedly, I do not believe I have ever tried one. I have smelled them, however, and I am relatively certain that there will not be an attempt to use them in any recipe in my kitchen. Why use a little, dead, stinky fish when you could use, say, oh, some moldy play dough instead?
Rack of Ribs: Exactly whose ribs are we talking about here? Cow? Pig? Goat? Iguana? Hippo? Can’t imagine there is really a lot of good eatin’ in a rack of ribs.
Zest: Come on, people. If Mother Nature had intended for us to eat bitter scrapings of orange skin she wouldn’t have given us thumbs to help peel all that stuff off our oranges. Right? Notice it is also the name of a deodorant soap.
Pork Loin: Loin is a turn off word. I think the word loin is used in the Bible in connection with other words like “girdeth” and “thy”. Anyone in this house looking for loin will have to go somewhere else.
Mint: Mint is for chewing gum and mouthwash. I will use mint if I am making chewing gum or mouthwash.
Fresh Basil: I have yet to meet anyone in real life who has eaten fresh basil. It is a lovely green, however, so I may employ it after living proof that it can be tolerated. If you eat anchovies please do not send your fresh basil testimonial. You obviously cannot be trusted.
Clove(s) of Garlic: Have you all never smelled yourselves after you’ve eaten that stuff? Have you ever smelled anyone else after they have eaten that stuff? For the sake of the world, I beg you, nix any recipe requiring more than a benign sprinkle of garlic in it's weakest form.
Gorgonzola: Is that a carnival ride? I do occasionally enjoy some nice bleu cheese. Can’t you just call it bleu cheese?
Mussels: I think they could possibly be endangered here in the foothills of the Smokies. One might go to prison or be threatened with hefty fines for eating an endangered species. Plus they don’t actually look like food. They look like a cross between Pinocchio’s shoes and The Little Mermaid’s bra.
Pine nuts: Not totally sure what these are, but it seems to me that we should leave them to the squirrels. Maybe then the squirrels will stay out of our bird feeders. Sounds like a decent enough trade to me.
Leg of Lamb: Correct me if I am wrong here, but don’t lambs need their legs? I have to wonder how they might caper about the meadows without their legs ...? Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t we let them keep their legs and let them get all wooly, shave them, and make ourselves some socks?!
Sherry: I went to high school with her. She was weird.
This list will expand as my cooking channel viewing progresses. I do hope that my comments and observations will also help you.
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4 comments:
Hey Ro,
That whole mace thing has always bothered me, could you check that out??
L.
Ed
Ms. Ed:
I looked it up, since I was afraid it might be one of those "licoracey" herbs which just have to be nasty and probably the subject of a later post. Evidently mace (a kinder, gentler nutmeg) is used instead of nutmeg if you think nutmeg will ruin the fine looks of your food. Nutmeg is a cute name. I will stick with nutmeg. Nutmeg, nutmeg, nutmeg ... nutmeg.
L,
Ms. Ro
I have to add a new code word. It is named "Skirt Steak". Heard this several times over the weekend. When I hear the word "skirt", two things generally pop into my mind: church ladies & miniature schnauzers. I refuse to have anything to do with the grilling of either of those.
And yet another one: Rib-eye. This can't mean anything good. Either it comes from a creature with ribs in it's eyes (road kill?) or a creature with eyes in it's ribs (alien?). Believe I'll pass.
L,
Ro
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