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In some countries? There have been several takeaways closed down locally after being caught serving cat. I live in the UK btw. One was found with cats alive in cages and corpses in the bins. Reported after many local cat owners reported their cats disappearing. Another was an all you can eat restaurant and a customer bit into something recognised it as a microchip and took it to a vets to be scanned. Yep! It was Tiddles, restaurant shut down for six months and then allowed to re-open. That will teach them!In some countries you won't know you are eating cats and dogs.
It would depend upon how hungry I was.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balut_(food)
My word, I think I’d eat anything before I ate that.
How did you manage that? Seriously ... I’m so concerned about those eggs appearing on my plate that I’ve been thinking I could never do a home stay in Spain. How can one not offend one’s host, especially if one is a vegetarian?
In the Limburger family: cheese that is actually rotten but no-one wants to admit it.Cabrales
I love cheese on my eggs!In the Limburger family: cheese that is actually rotten but no-one wants to admit it.
Fried runny eggs and cabrales anyone?
I grew up in a rural area where tripe is occasionally available as a dish and I know people who are keen on eating it. Not me. Not ever. It is always produced from a cow's stomach (cows are ruminants).It was pig tripe - a food common to us who had grown up on Chinese food! Much to the local people's amazement, we ate the whole thing!!!
In some countries? There have been several takeaways closed down locally after being caught serving cat. I live in the UK btw. One was found with cats alive in cages and corpses in the bins. Reported after many local cat owners reported their cats disappearing. Another was an all you can eat restaurant and a customer bit into something recognised it as a microchip and took it to a vets to be scanned. Yep! It was Tiddles, restaurant shut down for six months and then allowed to re-open. That will teach them!
I see now that there is more common ground between rural/traditional Spanish cuisine and the rural cuisine of my home region: They have many words for this culinary rarity.Tripas, the related Spanish word, also refers to culinary dishes produced from any animal with a stomach.
I would second and third this choice as the most disgusting. I eat almost everything and wanted to try a local specialty. It was fatty, gristly, and just plain awful. One of the few meals in my life that I didn't even try to finish.Food: Maragato Stew
Why: It was a bowl of boiled pork parts.
Where on the Camino did you try it?: Astorga
Does it have a local name? Cocido Maragato
What motivated you to try it? The owner said it was a specialty of Astorga and super specialty in his restaurant
Have you changed your mind now? Nope.
However, Astorga is also the place where we ordered Sol y Sombra at the bar in the Hotel Gaudi. The young bartender didn't know how to make it - so we told her. A shot of brandy and a shot of annisette. She made us a couple with about 3 shots of each served in a large brandy snifter and charged us only 4 euros!
I've spent some time eating with the Zulu in SA. I think they may have called it Skopo. Could be wrong because the four hours I spent basting it over a spit I consumed my weight in Lion Lager.
Yes, sin huevos would be quite appropriate if I were ordering a meal in a restaurant; I‘ve indicated in the past, ‘no egg’ when ordering in a Japanese restaurant. However, I think I’d need to be a little more diplomatic if I were a guest, paying or non-paying, in someone’s home, which is what I am concerned about. Soy alérgica a los huevos is a white lie I would be prepared to tell in the circumstances.Sin Huevos
I witnessed a young boy enjoying his soup in Indonesia, complete with a monkey hand floating in it. Ew.Monkey jerky in Liberia West Africa
Hopefully any hair/fur was removed and it's nails we're freshly clipped.I witnessed a young boy enjoying his soup in Indonesia, complete with a monkey hand floating in it. Ew.
I remember those. (This is a fun thread, btw)
Where on the Camino did you try it: Cuatro Cantones, Belorado
Haha. I'll take brussels sprouts any day.Have eaten Tarantulas in
With the help of Google, I managed to figure out what zamburiñas, cordoniz, and robadello are, provided that the latter is the same as rodaballo.Several times I ordered on the basis of the interesting sound of the item (zamburiñas, robadello, cordoniz) and generally appreciated the result. Waiters were always amused by a spirit of adventure in a North American pilgrim.
Marmite was also a FAV of my wife. Gosh, that was really bad. But, at least, I did try it.I'm the opposite, Trecile...I love mayo (but not miracle Whip), but only on deli sandwiches or as the binder used in egg salad, chicken salad, or tuna salad.
Shall we discuss vegemite or marmite next?
Oh yes, mayo w/relish is "tartar sauce" in the US and enhances the flavor of less expensive fish, and I don't think potato salad could exist without mayo to bind it..
Yum to both!
Restaurante A Esmorga - Camino Finisterre, - ...eyes bugging out, with their alien little legs curled up,View attachment 93577
Food: Prawns
Why: They were served with their heads on, with their lifeless little eyes bugging out, with their alien little legs curled up, and -- AAARRGGHH! -- very unlike the mild and unmemorable shrimp dishes I am accustomed to back in the USA.
Where on the Camino did you try it?: Restaurante A Esmorga, Negreira, Galicia, Camino Finisterre, 4 June 2017. (Not a bad place otherwise....)
Does it have a local name? Not that I recall....
What motivated you to try it? Naive optimism. Several vinos blancos....
Have you changed your mind now? No. Never, never, never again!
hmmmm eggs are in the vegetarian diet, though truth be told I can't eat them myself generally.I’m so concerned about those eggs appearing on my plate that I’ve been thinking I could never do a home stay in Spain. How can one not offend one’s host, especially if one is a vegetarian?
I've had likely the best possible Parisian bourgeois Tripes à la Mode de Caen, and all I can say about them is they were edible. NOT tasty.I grew up in a rural area where tripe is occasionally available as a dish and I know people who are keen on eating it. Not me. Not ever. It is always produced from a cow's stomach (cows are ruminants).
Oh !! It does look like the proper stuff in the one photo I found of it !!On both CF journeys, I ate at Cuatro Cantones -- excellent! In 2019 it was Easter Sunday, a very chilly day, the town was crowded, so one of my walking partners and I got in without a long wait. A neighboring table was served with a pizza -- looked and smelled delicious. We ordered one and I believe it was the best pizza I've ever had. A great Easter dinner! I would try anything on their menu.
Sorry for the hijack!
After reading Papa's Moveable Feast I became intrigued by Pommes de Terre à l’Huile (although was not as lucky to eat it at Brasserie Lipp). The recipe looked simple enough so I made some to share with members of our Literary Club (the inside joke was that we are a Food Club with a Reading Problem). I like them, but I can see how anyone with distaste for anything vinegary would be put off by the dishThere's tons of yummy potato salad recipes without mayo!
Including German potato salad
Authentic German Potato Salad
Bacon gives this warm German potato salad recipe a boost of flavor. Vinegar and sugar in the dressing are the perfect combination of salty and sweet.www.allrecipes.com
Gotta go Lowcountry South to fully appreciate them, IMHO!@Bumpa, I love grits with butter, salt/pepper...
forget the sugar!
This is how I feel about mayonnaise on anything.
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That's where I got hooked on 'em!...gotta try them with the shrimp added, but I'll buy mine fully prepared by some machine or someone else.Gotta go Lowcountry South to fully appreciate them, IMHO!
just throw some shrimp for a good measure (@rappahannock_rev's Prawns might do the trick nicely)
Strangely enough Marmite, the UK version and predecessor of Vegemite, has brought out its own peanut butters - smooth and crunchyAll that I know is that Vegemite is not used like peanut butter - less is better (and none even better)
I've been to Plano, Texas years ago as it was right next door to Wylie, where I lived at the time...I see why he said it.Vegetarians:
many years ago in Plano, Texas, I asked my waiter ‘where can I get a decent salad’.
He thought for a moment ...
‘you could try California’
As someone said recently on another thread, the truth will out: I am not allergic to eggs and I do not dislike them. In fact I eat them frequently ... prepared by me. The truth is that I am extremely squeamish about eggs not prepared by me, so I’m merely looking for a diplomatic way not to have eggs - prepared by someone else - appear on my plate.hmmmm eggs are in the vegetarian diet, though truth be told I can't eat them myself generally.
As to not offending, well, I have insane dietary restrictions basically forcing me into a 95% carnivore diet, and when there are certain foods that directly make you ill, then simply explaining that will most often not give offence.
Though I do intend to advise pilgrims to ensure sufficient protein and fat intake, though copious amounts at least of olive oil can potentially replace the latter.
To date myself, I can actually remember eating K rations. Not in the Marines, but the Boy Scouts. We couldn't keep the Lucky Strike cigarettes and I gave up the peaches for an extra chocolate bar.We called those "c rations" back then. "Semper Fi". Canned rations
Spam is still a staple for many families here in Hawaii. A relic of WW II and all the military bases here. I tried it once at the local cafe’s “plate lunch” and won’t be doing it again. Greasy, gristly mess.Not a Camino dish but probably the only dish I've eaten just the once and would never be tempted to try again: SPAM fritters.
My older brother Peter had been on a school outing to the Imperial War Museum in London where they'd been told about wartime rations and SPAM fritters so we asked our Mother to make them - "You won't like them," she said but we kept on and on asking so eventually she made them for Peter, me and out younger sister.
She was, as usual, right.
Our eldest brother who had experienced wartime cooking commented "And what you need to realise is Mum's version was pretty good compared to anybody else's!"
I understand SPAM is considered a delicacy in Korea (GIs and the Korean War).
Ah, andouilette, the first time I encountered this was at a restaurant in Lyon when the guy at the next table was eating it and the stink nearly made me throw up. The second time was also in Lyon at the international marketing meeting of a major motor manufacturer with delegates from all the European countries, I have never seen so many people with noses wrinkled in horror pushing bits of it round their plates. My French colleague asked me what was wrong and I explained that in England (and apparently the rest of Europe) it would only be fed to our pets. My opinion has not changed.Arn,
Andouiette. A french ‘delicacy’ made of the lower colon of a pig. Apparently, like politics, it should smell a little like sh!t. It needs far better marketing to get me anywhere near it.
I’m not a fan of morcilla - especially the more rustic versions. A more well-minced black pudding can be a thing of beauty, thinly sliced and fried, but the RM will eat (and drink) practically anything so I wouldn’t start there for recommendations.
I had porcupine in Borneo once. the menu de jour was ‘whatever comes in arrow range’, so it was pot luck. Like eating a car tyre.
George W Bush was reputed to say to his mother that when he became President he was then entitled to refuse to eat broccoli
Calda gallego...it's virtually impossible to get away from it in Galicia. I was quite partial to it, until a Spanish friend confided to me as I ordered it for lunch one cold day in Combarro:
"Don't you know, what's left in your bowl goes back in the pot to be served up tomorrow, and the same happens the next day, and on the fourth day it goes to the pigs?"
"Really? Even in the expensive, fancy places?"
"Especially the expensive, fancy places!" was her wry reply. Perhaps she was exaggerating a little, though she had worked in the bar and restaurant trade. While it hasn't totally put me off, I'm not as keen on it these days...
Edit: I realise, many will be appalled at this suggestion, I apologise in advance!
When I was on the initial stages of the A.T. in Georgia, someone advised me as to the best way to eat "Grits". As I was from Canada, I wasn't familiar with this dish. He advised: "put lots of butter on it and then a little sugar, then more butter and then more sugar. Then you throw it out" When I tried it, without all of the butter and sugar, it wasn't too bad. However, I still remember the advice when I see a dish of grits.
The canned peaches were a treat.To date myself, I can actually remember eating K rations. Not in the Marines, but the Boy Scouts. We couldn't keep the Lucky Strike cigarettes and I gave up the peaches for an extra chocolate bar.
Today, MREs are truly a banquet. That alone is a reason to join the forces.
Well... as long as we are talking C-Rations, K-Rations and possibly other Military jargon dishes, dont rightly care if someone slaps a $1M in front of me - NO S-O(t)-S for me! Not on Camino, not anywhere not EVAH!
As God is my Witness even if I have to go hungry....
SOS for the confused.Well... as long as we are talking C-Rations, K-Rations and possibly other Military jargon dishes, dont rightly care if someone slaps a $1M in front of me - NO S-O(t)-S for me! Not on Camino, not anywhere not EVAH!
As God is my Witness even if I have to go hungry....
Of course soups, stews and curries all taste better as flavours develop and blend and we are quite happy to leave a pot on the stove at home for a day or two. The thought of paying for the privilege of eating a stranger's leftover slurpings is quite something else though..When I volunteered in Ponferrada 2002 as a hospitalera my fellow hospie spent all day making the Caldo for the pilgrims.
That night he served it to them.
He
left the Caldo out all night on stove.
So, as part of my clean-up duties that morning I threw out the Caldo and cleaned the pot.
Suffice it to say he had a fit. Donde el Caldo, donde he asked. Apparently, the Caldo strengthens as it sits non-refrigerated over a day or so.
My culture says food left at room temperature over night is to be thrashed not eaten.
He was a nice guy a good cook too.
That was an interesting lesson in cultural differences.
@Jeff CrawleyStrangely enough Marmite, the UK version and predecessor of Vegemite, has brought out its own peanut butters - smooth and crunchy
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And no, much as I like you people, I'm not prepared to "take one for the team" by trying it - a childhood scarred by attending school close to the Marmite factory has given me a life long aversion.
Not if they are still alive! Their bites will blow me up in a heart-beat.Red Ant patties in Cambodia.......
Actually quite nice
Crunchy
Chipped beef on toast...with a white creamy sauce. Also called: “Shit on a shingle.”SOS for the confused.
Marmite is healthy...i just don't like it. That said, being a survivalist, Marmite is chock full of vitamins and will do in a punch...er, pinch. Have enough booze and Marmite is rather nice.@Jeff Crawley
This jar reminds me of an occasion in the Rocky Mountains many years ago when I met a young couple who were running short of a variety of food, as was I. I cannot remember what they gave me, but I offered them a generous helping of my peanut butter. As no one had a spare container, they happily dumped it in on top of their Marmite, producing a Marmite/Peanut Butter mix which they considered quite edible. You may, of course, beg to differ.
I grew up on this and loved it. My mom called it "chipped beef on toast".Chipped beef on toast...with a white creamy sauce. Also called: “Shit on a shingle.”
Then again, I may have been speaking with my mouth fullI grew up on this and loved it. My mom called it "chipped beef on toast".
Does that mean that you actually believed the story that your Spanish friend told you ... that in every restaurant, even in the expensive fancy places, the soup that is left in a customer's bowl goes back into the pot and is served to the next client again??? I don't believe that for a second.The thought of paying for the privilege of eating a stranger's leftover slurpings is quite something else though..
You did! I was busy multi-tasking...I only saw the "other".I think I said that!
Then again, I may have been speaking with my mouth full
Eons ago I was served moose balls, but I was not impressed ... that I was served them, or with the dish.On our return to the UK we told a neighbour our story but he managed to top it: his brother-in-law had ordered a meal in France of rognons blancs figuring that rognons were kidneys. What he got were these:
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Bull's testicles. (Yes, that's 700g of bull's balls with a finger in the corner - for scale one presumes)
We call them Rocky Mountain Oysters (bull, or Bison testicles)Eons ago I was served moose balls, but I was not impressed ... that I was served them, or with the dish.
Sadist!I do so enjoy watching Americans try Vegemite for the first time. I control my urge to give advice and just sit and watch.
I know from experience that they are unlikely to take my advice anyway, so may as well enjoy it.Sadist!
Ahh, the latter is superb when prepared by the right person! Well, either name, I guess, just as long as the white sauce is done right!Chipped beef on toast...with a white creamy sauce. Also called: “Shit on a shingle.”
Also in West Africa - a big dishpan of boiled goats' heads - only the body missing. Couldn't figure out how to eat it - fortunately...Agouti.
It is West African bush rat, dead ones are normally sold along the road but also some are farm raised in captivity. The are splayed and sun dried like beef jerky. Added to sauces and eaten over fufu, pounded yams, and eaten with the fingers. It is a specialty due to its limited availability and because it is meat the other popular protein is tiny sun dried fish. Both are very gamey tasting. Fufu is normally served with string, gooey gumbo.
I was trying to avoid sidetracking yet another thread but others have done it for me, so here goes.Also in West Africa - a big dishpan of boiled goats' heads - only the body missing. Couldn't figure out how to eat it - fortunately...
You you cruel, but married to my south African boer Maisie, you better try it and like it. I failed miserably.That is just SO cruel!
Eating horse is not new. Crusaders and many calvery caught deep in enemy territory are their horses. Meat is good! Our ancestors survived on meat. In the earliest days, when we didn't have the wherewithal to bring down large animals, we waited for the more successful predators to bring down the catch and we ate the leaving which were substantial.Does that mean that you actually believed the story that your Spanish friend told you ... that in every restaurant, even in the expensive fancy places, the soup that is left in a customer's bowl goes back into the pot and is served to the next client again??? I don't believe that for a second.
Just as I don't believe for a second the story of the takeaways in the UK serving cat meat, with the cats alive in cages and corpses in the bins or where the customer bit into a microchip that a vet then identified as belonging to someone's pet. That's a century old urban myth in the UK and the USA, and probably in a range of similar countries, and made it into a long article on Snopes. https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/cat-chinese-food/ . They even call this evergreen legend a classic example of xenophobia.
Not a legend and also not on a Spanish Camino but at least on one of the European Ways of Saint James to Santiago and I even took a photo to prove it: a family restaurant where you can savour horse steak and horse ribs. I didn't, though.
Someone will benefit. There are dumpster divers waiting out the back door.I know from experience that they are unlikely to take my advice anyway, so may as well enjoy it.
The only problem is when they pile it on as if it is peanut butter and then I am mentally calculating how much money is going to get thrown away when they gag on the first bite!
That is my cross to bear.
Eating such in the desert of Jordan...slowly!Also in West Africa - a big dishpan of boiled goats' heads - only the body missing. Couldn't figure out how to eat it - fortunately...
Oh, @Arn , EW...That's disgusting!Eating such in the desert of Jordan...slowly!
Consider the eyes grapes and you are good to go!
I did the same a bit further north in Caen some years ago. Wondering why the riz was misspelled...We headed up the west side of France and stopped the night near Chateaubriand. It was a feast day, the restaurants were crowded and the waiters didn't have time to linger and explain menus so when my wife asked "What's this" I winged it - ris-de-veau . . . well veau is veal, ris is rice and so perhaps something like I'd had the night before . . . And that's what she ordered.
...So now you know ris-de-veau are sweetbreads or the pancreas and not veal with rice (which is riz not ris in any case)
I took my friend's remarks largely with a pinch of salt of course, but it was food for thought. While I doubt such unscrupulous practice is common, I'm sure it's something that occurs in every corner of the world, at every level of service, fancy or otherwise. As for domestic pets being seen hunted and found in Chinese take-away freezers, I'm certain that's mostly an urban myth too, though there have been some published court cases over the years, so these things aren't outside the realm of possibility.Does that mean that you actually believed the story that your Spanish friend told you ... that in every restaurant, even in the expensive fancy places, the soup that is left in a customer's bowl goes back into the pot and is served to the next client again??? I don't believe that for a second.
It is also well recorded the Crusaders (and their opponents) fell to cannibalism on more than a few occasions.Eating horse is not new. Crusaders and many calvery caught deep in enemy territory are their horses.
My grandfather said he ate so much horse while fighting in WWI that he never wanted to see it again.Eating horse is not new. Crusaders and many calvery caught deep in enemy territory are their horses.
This reminded me of a news story I saw many years ago reporting on mice droppings found in peanut butter, which I love. Although it did disturb me at the time, I had long since forgotten about it until now as getting older often has a way of mellowing us out.As an incentive to keep bored operators alert on a frozen vegetable production line, they were paid a small bonus for plucking out any frozen mice that were unlucky enough to be found on the conveyor
Not to single out the Crusaders (a well chronicled case being the cannibalism committed around the siege of Ma‘arra in 1098); in order to survive many peoples around the world, when facing starvation will resort to cannibalism. Pioneers heading toward the West Coast of the US were crossing the Donner Pass in 1846-47 when snowed in, most recently, Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571 in October 1972 where rescue took about 72 days.It is also well recorded the Crusaders (and their opponents) fell to cannibalism on more than a few occasions.
HA, and I thought I was eating "crunchy" style peanut butter.This reminded me of a news story I saw many years ago reporting on mice droppings found in peanut butter, which I love. Although it did disturb me at the time, I had long since forgotten about it until now as getting older often has a way of mellowing us out.
I only like crunchy style...apparently I have a taste for mouse droppings as much as the nuts.HA, and I thought I was eating "crunchy" style peanut butter.
Mouse nuts! OOPS, sorry Mods. Not really.I only like crunchy style...apparently I have a taste for mouse droppings as much as the nuts.
I think this thread has gone "off piste" a bit by many of us!Mouse nuts! OOPS, sorry Mods. Not really.
IT was rodaballo. Serves me right for trying to use food terminology in another language and relying entirely on my memory. Either way it was very good. I recall the expression on my English fellow-pilgrims' faces when I wondered aloud what it was that I had ordered.With the help of Google, I managed to figure out what zamburiñas, cordoniz, and robadello are, provided that the latter is the same as rodaballo.
I wonder whether I had zamburiñas once when I had ordered something as the entrée of a cheapo pilgrim's menu that claimed to be vieira. Big disappointment. What I got was not what I had expected to see and taste. Tiny things, not larger than a thumbnail and looking as if they had been cut off the foot of a pale mushroom. They were hiding in a thick pale flour based sauce. Not at all the delicious coquilles Saint-Jacques that I had expected.
In addition, when I had finished, they took away the shell in which the concoction had been served. Not that I needed it but still.
In Fromista, El Apostol. I have no issue with the restaurant, I ate there several times, and I enjoyed it on the whole. I would go there again with a crowd of like-minded pilgrims. Afterwards I wondered whether it was too far away from the sea or just what you get when you order a three-course meal containing vieiras for such a low price .
On the prairies of western Canada they are call "prairie oysters" Quite a delicacy at the annual round up and branding sessions.We call them Rocky Mountain Oysters (bull, or Bison testicles)
Yum!
Was it the mice droppings or the peanut butter you loved?This reminded me of a news story I saw many years ago reporting on mice droppings found in peanut butter, which I love. Although it did disturb me at the time, I had long since forgotten about it until now as getting older often has a way of mellowing us out.
Best avoid Spain's sidra natural then. Although I prefer sweet cider I liked the sidra. I would have had it more often than I did except I had to put up with Peg's looks and expressions of disgust.There are a few things I really dislike though, and vinegar is one of those so I avoid pickles.
I had it a few times on the Primitivo, but I was not a fan. I did enjoy watching the "pouring" of it however.Best avoid Spain's sidra natural then. Although I prefer sweet cider I liked the sidra. I would have had it more often than I did except I had to put up with Peg's looks and expressions of disgust.
There are well established allowances of animal contamination in all processed foods in the Western world, they vary from country to country. It would be almost impossible to stop it and the amount of food wasted if we reacted to it would be more than alarming. Given the number of Horreos there are across Northern Spain I suspect it is a problem they have wrestled with for centuries.mice droppings found in peanut butter,
Same with us...along the VDLP too. We thought it was some sort of pasta until the barman explained what it was. No language barrier there, but peer pressure from all the locals watching us...and they thought it hilarious when we politely declined after a bite. Obviously before Covid as one of the patrons shared his bowl with usFood: Stewed rooster combs
Why: It was a bowl of a dozen rooster combs.
Where on the Camino did you try it?: Hahaha I can't remember! I can picture the Albergue and the village in my mind but I forget where I was! It was in February 2018 - so on the Via de la Plata probably.
Does it have a local name? unknown
What motivated you to try it? It was the set pilgrim meal at the only bar in town. Plus I had a nice little jug of red wine to accompany it!
Have you changed your mind now? It was alright, but I'd rather order something else on the menu!
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The issue to watch out for then is that saying you are allergic to eggs may not only prevent you from seeing eggs on your plate, it may also prevent you from seeing other fine foods that happen to have eggs as an ingredient (for example, many cakes). Eggs are hidden in a lot of things that you might not object to.As someone said recently on another thread, the truth will out: I am not allergic to eggs and I do not dislike them. In fact I eat them frequently ... prepared by me. The truth is that I am extremely squeamish about eggs not prepared by me, so I’m merely looking for a diplomatic way not to have eggs - prepared by someone else - appear on my plate.
I had no challenges or reservations with trying the more unusual foots that I was introduced to in Spain. But while on Camino, I found myself coming again and again into contact with some food and drink that I avoid here at home:
Food: Olives
Why: I've never liked them since I was a child. I'm told they are an acquired taste but I never pushed through to acquire it.
Where on the Camino did you try it?: in many places, often served with wine (see below)
Does it have a local name? Aceitunas
What motivated you to try it? They were there. Free nutrition. Other people like them. Perhaps I could acquire the taste.
Have you changed your mind now? I have moved myself from dislike to neutral. I can't say I enjoythem, but I no longer find them so distasteful.
To move to the drinks
Drink: Wine
Why: I've never liked wine (or beer or most forms of alcohol)
Where on the Camino did you try it?: Many places. Sometimes included with the menu peregrino, sometimes on a tapas crawl to get the tapas.
Does it have a local name? Vino
What motivated you to try it? I was hoping that it would be an acquired taste and I would come to enjoy it.
Have you changed your mind now? Not really.
and finally
Drink: Coffee
Why: I've never liked coffee. When I was an undergrad, I would drink tea for the caffeine to see me through all-nighters.
Where on the Camino did you try it?: Everywhere
Does it have a local name? Cafe con leche
What motivated you to try it? Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it and finding it helped.
Have you changed your mind now? Yes and no. I really enjoy the cafe con leches while I was on camino, but have not taken up coffee drinking upon my return home. It remains a camino thing.
Well, I know someone who does have a serious allergy to eggs, but he has no problem with eggs baked into a cake, so that should not be a problem for me. As to other dishes, I can tell you that, on camino, I had an awful lot of trouble with tortillas. Too bad, because they really were quite delicious, and oftentimes the most readily available food for me to eat.The issue to watch out for then is that saying you are allergic to eggs may not only prevent you from seeing eggs on your plate, it may also prevent you from seeing other fine foods that happen to have eggs as an ingredient (for example, many cakes). Eggs are hidden in a lot of things that you might not object to.
Not to single out the Crusaders (a well chronicled case being the cannibalism committed around the siege of Ma‘arra in 1098); in order to survive many peoples around the world, when facing starvation will resort to cannibalism. Pioneers heading toward the West Coast of the US were crossing the Donner Pass in 1846-47 when snowed in, most recently, Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571 in October 1972 where rescue took about 72 days.
That said, returning to the original thread, I have never developed a taste for Pulpo and I have tried it in Santiago hoping for a breakthrough, but alas no joy. It's much the same with Calamari. My grandmother was a superior Italian cook and her Calamari the standard. Again, when ordered at a restaurant there is a fifty-fifty chance the Calamari served will taste like rubber bands.
I grew up in Chicago, but never went to that restaurant. Is that the one in Adams?There is a greek restaurant in Chicago "Santorini's" that sells grilled octopus. Delicious and not chewy at all.
I grew up in Chicago, but never went to that restaurant. Is that the one in Adams?
I usually go back for weddings and funerals. Sadly, more funerals lately.
Why did you do that to me!?!?Well, should you ever visit the Philippines? Be sure to give a miss to 'balut', even though it hits a mid-point on your 'evolutionary' criterion.
I leave the research to you.
Trust me, there's not enough Scotch to get that down easily.
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Padron peppers! The best!Peppers (and mushrooms). I don't eat them unless they are cut up so small it is too much trouble to move them to Peg's plate. I've quit eating if they are hot peppers ("But Rick, I only put in one fifth the amount that was in the recipe!"). I've only put black pepper on fried eggs and I haven't done that recently. That "taste", that is nature's way of saying "Don't eat me!!!".
Well, despite my habitual distaste for the things, on my last trip to Spain I ordered some Padron peppers. And I ate them. And I survived (because I didn't get any of the "surprise!" ones). I also reported my daring to @VNwalking who raves about them. Now I can go back to avoiding them.
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