My sister and I had a game as kids when one went out of the kitchen and the other made the most disgusting mess of food that the other had to try. It was usually overly salty or sugary and may even have coffee grounds in it.
Ick.I went easy on my sister. She played hard ball. That game did not last very long. She liked to let me win at board games, but was a wizard with family politics.
One rule in cooking school is that you had to try everything, unless you were a practicing Jew which prevented contact with pork or shellfish. I never killed a lobster. We did four and the guys in our class of eight relished the thought of placing a 12″ chef knife between their eyes and cutting them in half. I ate them, just didn’t kill them. Yes, I know.
If I was lost in the woods I’d eat crickets but I don’t have to do so and really don’t want to eat one preserved in chocolate. Perhaps I should take a trip that encourages me to do things on my own. No, I’m too old for that. Plus I’d need more survival techniques to survive an endeavor that would make me… survive.
I have tried liver, kidneys, sweetbreads and other delicacies. They’re difficult to find so I do not cook them. No prairie oysters, sorry. I tried octopus in Greece and it was a textural thing. It tasted great but was chewy, same with squid, calamari which must be cooked quickly or stewed for a long time to be edible.
Ideas about this post name abound but I’ve none to know why I chose it. Just tired and have to go to sleep. Favorite foods next? I’d love to stop talking about crosswalks. Dee
Cooking with Dee 