My mother and I went to a big fancy-schmancy grocery store the other day, and I spent time and money in the “World Foods” aisle. Here is what I got:
English Muffin Bread
Not very good. Oh, I didn’t get that in the World Foods aisle, I got it in the store’s bakery. The “English Toasting Bread” in our little local store is way better, and less expensive, too. We live and learn.
In England, my British son-in-law and British Twitter friends tell me, they have marrowfat peas, which they cook until tender and serve with butter and a touch of vinegar. We will try this. This particular can also has food dye in it, apparently to make the peas a virulent shade of green, and claims to be made “by bachelors FOR bachelors”, so I guess Charlie and I are risking our happy marriage by even opening the can, but what’s life without a little danger?
Concentrated soybean, yeast (not the baking kind), kelp, spices and alcohol. You add a couple of tablespoons to water and make soup. Or add some to soup and make better soup. It’s good, and not just because of the alcohol.
Har-har-hardy-har-har-har. But it sounded good, and I love chicken korma, so I thought I’d get this and make some seitan and put korma sauce over it. I actually got some vital wheat gluten and made some seitan that was mighty tasty, so I’m looking forward to this.
Last, but not least, there is:
This is actually Sapporo Ichiban, Japanese style noodles with fried bean curd and soup base. Sounds good, eh? No? Well, how about when I tell you that each and every package comes with two–count ’em, two–sheets of dried fried bean curd that, when reconstituted in the soup, resemble nothing so much in look and texture as carpet samples? Get your mouth to watering? You may be asking yourself why in the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed world I paid cash money for this stuff. I’ll tell you: I had some once, when there was nothing else to eat, and I thought it was ghastly but I couldn’t forget it. I had to have some more. I had some more. There is nothing else on earth quite like this stuff, unless actual carpet samples, which I have never eaten, taste like this.
What I forgot:
These crunchy fried things that look like snow peas and taste like salt. More addictive than potato chips.
Is there a particular food of another country that you love, especially one you love against your better judgment?
writing prompt: Write about a picky eater. Remember that “picky” is peculiar to each person–A kid who only eats crunchy peanut butter or a gourmet who only eats white truffles, not black ones or a man who won’t eat his canned beans on whole-wheat rather than white toast are all picky eaters.