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Post by bixaorellana on Nov 14, 2009 22:46:15 GMT
Seems Cristina's reading comprehension skills are far better that those of some other people.
Either that or she's not blinded by an eagerness to prove superiority.
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Post by imec on Nov 14, 2009 22:47:03 GMT
Hmm...I am detecting some mustard snobbery here. Well, for me it's not a question of the mustard's status, it's just that I wasn't exposed to it as a kid - mustard in England at that time was something made with mustard powder and vinegar or water (didn't eat that as a kid either). I literally retch at the smell of that bright yellow stuff. I wish I could eat it as it would make ordering burgers and dogs so much easier. Oddly, Mrs I has always been the same way even though the rest of her family eats it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2009 23:04:09 GMT
Seems Cristina's reading comprehension skills are far better that those of some other people. Either that or she's not blinded by an eagerness to prove superiority. Not everyone has been exposed to the horrors with which you seem to be so familiar; this is suspicious in itself. However, I suspect that you might not like a 'Boyarde complète' at Chez Papa, since it dumps hot roasted potatoes and a fried egg on top of salad besides what you can see in this photo. It is wonderful.
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Post by lagatta on Nov 14, 2009 23:04:44 GMT
I didn't eat it as a child either, except when exposed to it at certain friends' houses. The colour frightened me.
But this is a thread about dislikes - why should we assume they are snobbery? I certainly don't go around dissing people who like bright yellow mustard or don't like olives - that is simply a matter of taste and experience.
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Post by cristina on Nov 14, 2009 23:26:49 GMT
I didn't eat it as a child either, except when exposed to it at certain friends' houses. The colour frightened me. But this is a thread about dislikes - why should we assume they are snobbery? I certainly don't go around dissing people who like bright yellow mustard or don't like olives - that is simply a matter of taste and experience. Lagatta, my comment was intended as a light-hearted attempt at education. There were 3 posts that implied that yellow mustard wasn't real mustard. I was just trying to point out that it is a real mustard - just a different style. Certainly no one has to like it. I don't think my post came off as dissing anyone, but if anyone was offended - my apologies - that was not my intent.
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Post by bixaorellana on Nov 14, 2009 23:33:18 GMT
Well, we have all learned to be very, very careful about what we say, haven't we.
I am now branded as someone whose idea of haute cuisine is corn dogs (with yellow mustard, natch), because I expressed a dislike of a certain food.
Of course, I am from the US, so should have been shot at birth anyway.
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Post by lagatta on Nov 15, 2009 1:02:24 GMT
I'm sorry, bixa and cristina. I'll remove the word "real" if you want, in the case it offends anyone, which was certainly not my intent. bixa, there are Europeans who commit FAR graver sins against mustard. Such as the sweet mustard of Bavaria! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mustard_(condiment)
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Post by fumobici on Nov 15, 2009 3:56:12 GMT
French, not French's!!! ;D
<edit> I've heard Maille has a shop in Paris that is mustard heaven *wistful sigh*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2009 6:15:48 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2009 11:47:55 GMT
I was forced to eat canned peas by the nuns so I therefore,wretch at the mere sight of them. But,I love fresh raw peas and split pea soup. The first time I encountered cilantro was at a Vietnamese restaurant in San Francisco and it was overpowering and I did not like. One time a boyfriend of mine put some in an omelette and I nearly barfed. I have grown to love it though. Wasn't crazy about raisins as a child but outgrew that. Even with the fancy name and sleek label,this is my #1 most hated food.
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Post by lagatta on Nov 15, 2009 13:02:33 GMT
Why on earth would anyone hate blueberries? I suspect that once again, this refers to people who have only eaten mushy frozen or otherwise processed berries. Or perhaps big cultured ones. Tiny bog blueberries are extraordinary. And maple syrup? Do these people hate us up here? Oh, I see they hate you too (okra).
I do dislike cooked carrots - this is also a childhood thing, as they were a cheap and available vegetable. But I love them grated in salads and do that practically every day in the wintertime, for the vitamins.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Nov 15, 2009 13:06:41 GMT
I was forced to eat canned peas by the nuns so I therefore,wretch at the mere sight of them. But,I love fresh raw peas and split pea soup. <snip> Even with the fancy name and sleek label,this is my #1 most hated food. Interesting, because they were an occasional special treat for me when I was a kid, served at room temp, out of the can nto the dish. Now I don't care, one way or the other.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Nov 15, 2009 13:09:12 GMT
I'll add (1.) black walnuts/flavoring, and (2.) malted milk powder to my most hated list. The first are just plain gagsville; the second, barely tolerated.
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Post by imec on Nov 15, 2009 15:00:02 GMT
there are Europeans who commit FAR graver sins against mustard. Such as the sweet mustard of Bavaria! Really lagatta?? I find the Bavarian breakfast of a perfectly poached weisswurst accompanied by whole grain mustard made with honey, dark bread and a half litre of weizenbier to be one of the most civilized meals available on this planet.
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Post by lola on Nov 15, 2009 15:21:32 GMT
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Post by lagatta on Nov 15, 2009 15:35:32 GMT
I've never had that, imec. I'll probably be going to Bavaria fairly soon as I have friends there, in Munich and also in a tiny village located halfway between the birthplaces of the current Pope ... and of Hitler , just across the little river that forms the border with Austria (!) I'd combine that with a trip to Vienna where I also have friends. I've only had a commercial version of that mustard, and not in context. Lola, I love salade au chèvre chaud. Your blogger serves it as a starter, but I've had it as a light lunch.
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Post by lagatta on Nov 15, 2009 15:59:05 GMT
Lola, just to add that I like Megane's little blog. She has some very simple French home cooking, such as yoghourt cake: chezmegane.blogspot.com/2006/07/yogurt-cake-with-pears-and-ginger.htmlI'm just thinking that one food I dislike which many people do like is "smoothies" (even the name annoys me). I don't like glop. I'd rather eat fruit, not drink it, in combination with strange additions that don't go. I bought a beautiful Abate pear yesterday. It is so large that I'll share it with a friend!
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Post by bazfaz on Nov 15, 2009 17:21:36 GMT
I was given ox heart which had been cooked in a pressure cooker once. I have never eaten ox heart since. About every 10 years I try tripe, which is much loved in France. Mrs Faz will be away for a week later this month so perhaps I should attempt andouillette again. With a lot of Dijon mustard and frites.
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Post by spindrift on Nov 15, 2009 17:41:04 GMT
Please do not serve it up to me. I think I remember it being cooked in Ireland when I was young. It is revolting.
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Post by bazfaz on Nov 15, 2009 18:40:00 GMT
Don't worry. I would give tripe to no one because that would mean I had to eat it myself. I don't know that I even want to sample the andouillette again. I mean, why should I eat it when there are 60 miilion French people who want it. I don't want to deprive them.
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Post by lagatta on Nov 15, 2009 19:06:55 GMT
Tripe is not on my most-hated list, but I certainly wouldn't go out of my way to eat it. Idem andouillette. There are so many tastier sausages.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2009 19:33:58 GMT
I have a package of tripes à la mode de Caen in my refrigerator for sometime this week. That is not the normal way I eat tripe, but it is the way about 80% of the French eat it, so it's just about the only commercial preparation that you can find. As much as I love both tripe and andouillette, I can readily understand why many people hate it. andouillette Here is an excerpt from a blog about having wonderful AAAAA andouillette at the classic Parisian restaurant Julien. Chat, chat, chat… and suddenly, yay! Our food! The waiter ever-so-gently lays the plate in front of me, and I see him from the corner of my eye, almost looking like … “Well, let’s just see how THIS goes!” And just as I examine the plate before me, I get this whiff of… undescribable odour. Like something I smelled once too often in the slimy metro stations of Paris. Absolutely foul, offensive, and down-right repulsive. Yep. It was my bloody andouillette, nicely propped on a bed of french fries. My order, plus my “seatmate’s” order … the stench just doubling up in strength!
GAK. I discreetly turn my head away from my plate to gasp for some air.
My daughter is happy with her Confit du Canard… and I try to be a good example by eating whatever it is that I order. So, I try to be mature about it, and nonchalantly slice the sausage. Unlike what is normally characteristic of most sausages, this one didn’t cut neatly into one slice. No sir-ee! When I sliced THIS sausage, the insides sort of crumbled, and on to my plate rolled these tiny little pieces of chitterlings. Yes, chitterlings. Otherwise known as: diced lumpy pieces from the intestines of a very stinky pig.
I maintain my composure and quickly shove the chitterlings into my mouth, just like any mature adult would do. Why prolong the agony, right?
Double GAK! A real one this time. I must have turned pale because I put my hand on my mouth, thinking that I was literally going to throw up! I am not exaggerating. This was N.A.S.T.Y.!!! It tasted just as bad as it smelled! Geeeeeeeeezzz, Louise!!!
I looked at my brother’s friend, Mr. F&B Man, and he was happily chomping on his andouillette — savoring every chunk, every flavor, every scent of it — just like it was an old friend.
I swallowed hard, very hard, and … just like a mature lady… I looked for the closest waiter and said, “Monsieur, un Confit du Canard, s’il vous plait.”
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Post by cristina on Nov 15, 2009 22:15:59 GMT
I have never eaten tripe, nor andouillette. But neither holds great appeal to me. And I agree with Lagatta that there are so many good sausages out there that I don't think I would go out of my way to try andouillette. I was trying to think of what food I absolutely would not eat, even at gunpoint. I came up with fried bunny ears, after Kerouac reported on making rabbit stew tonight. Its not even the fact that the ears belong to a bunny that bothers me. I think its just the idea that they are ears that seems to make me squeamish.
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Post by bazfaz on Nov 15, 2009 22:24:37 GMT
I had pig's ears once in a restaurant. I remember being disappointed but I remember nothing about their taste or texture or preparation.
I had a cat which used to catch rabbits and bring them up to the bedroom. She would everything except the ears.
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Post by fumobici on Nov 15, 2009 22:24:59 GMT
The French think they are such awesome cooks that they can take anything and make it delicious. They are very, very good but not as good as they think.
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Post by cristina on Nov 15, 2009 22:35:43 GMT
Ha ha, fumobici! I just noticed the title under your avatar. Very cute.
Baz, you were missing a verb. What did your cat do (or not do) with the ears?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2009 23:02:37 GMT
I was trying to think of what food I absolutely would not eat, even at gunpoint. I came up with fried bunny ears, after Kerouac reported on making rabbit stew tonight. If you won't eat rabbit ears, how about a satellite dish?
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Post by cristina on Nov 16, 2009 1:41:55 GMT
If you won't eat rabbit ears, how about a satellite dish? Smartass. I can't even begin think of a decent preparation for a satellite dish. And then there is the choice of wine. Or do you think its better paired with beer?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2009 8:43:54 GMT
Why on earth would anyone hate blueberries? I suspect that once again, this refers to people who have only eaten mushy frozen or otherwise processed berries. Or perhaps big cultured ones. Tiny bog blueberries are extraordinary. I fear that the only contact that a lot of people have had with blueberries are the artificial things in industrial muffins and perhaps that awful paste inside Kelogg's Pop Tarts and similar items.
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Post by lola on Nov 16, 2009 13:34:17 GMT
I would eat rabbit's ears at gunpoint, though as Jeeves says the contingency is remote.
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