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Post by Don Cuevas on Jul 18, 2009 14:06:02 GMT
Hell's Kitchen is where you are working, endlessly looking for a refrigerator/freezer storage container, but there are an infinite number of containers in an infinite number of sizes and an infinite number of snap on lids, each compatible only with its matching container, and sometimes, when you at last find a match, they don't fit. Not even then. Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!I get a taste of this Perdition and Damnation every few days. (I promise to be good from now on! I promise!)
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Post by bazfaz on Jul 18, 2009 14:34:11 GMT
We were chatting in the kitchen of the house we are expecting to buy and I noticed 2 plastic boxes on the work surface, containg about 20 small jars each. Only the lids were visible. There was no indication on the lids what they contained. I sneaked one out for a look, and then another. They were spices. I asked the woman how she knew which jar to lift out. She said she didn't; she just picked one after another up until she found what she needed.
It may be irrelevant but it is a fact: she is Irish.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2009 14:46:40 GMT
Baz, the time spent hunting for the spices is what gives the various dishes time enough to simmer until they are perfect.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Jul 18, 2009 15:37:39 GMT
Baz, the Chef at the food emporium where I worked for 2 years as a baker insisted that the spice and herb jars not be labeled, as his sous chefs and pinches de la cocina ought to be able to identify any of them, if not on sight, then by smell.
Anoher example of Hubris.
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Post by spindrift on Jul 18, 2009 20:39:12 GMT
It's true to say that I don't ever label my Indian spices. (I don't buy them from a supermarket).
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Post by bazfaz on Jul 18, 2009 21:28:59 GMT
The thing is that she could not see what was in the little glass jars, she could only see the lids. And the lids gave no indication of what was contained.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2009 6:02:49 GMT
I must confess that my parents' box of spices was like that, but they seemed to know what was where in the box, because when I would come to take over the cooking, they would snort in disdain when I had to pick up 10 different jars to find the one I wanted.
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Post by mockchoc on Jul 19, 2009 8:54:16 GMT
I can promise they would get lost in my massive spice draw if there were no labels.
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Post by nic on Jul 22, 2009 6:31:38 GMT
I thought it was the name of a restaurant in Venice?
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