Heathen Cake is so much better.
yBeayf I think that’s DEFINITELY not kosher, right?
Oh, and in my family, you may get some good natured ribbing (“What? You don’t want pierogies? Oh well, that’s it!” Then we laugh and I’m happy because I get so and so’s share!)
Shagnasty Mirror Shagnasty
Heck, not only is it not kosher, it’s not even allowed according to the Noachide laws (i.e. not only do Jews not eat it, they don’t think anybody else should, either).
:eek: There are people who don’t like pierogies? Weirdos!
(I kid! Let me state here now that I will never be offended if someone refuses my offer of food or drink. I’m fully aware that just because I like stinky tofu or salted lard or bitter melon or fresh water doesn’t mean that everybody else does, too.)
Thank you. On both counts. And accept my apology for misjudging you.
Excellent post, as always, Tris. May I observe that if you were speaking apostrophically to the same guest in the above paragraph, that it is probably not incumbent on the picky guest to commit suicide by food-sensitivity anaphylactic shock (the peanuts/PBJ) in order to atone for not being a good guest? 
Yeah, that’s what I mean by “real” - the kind I tried was made with surimi (a/k/a fake crabmeat) and there was a kind with cooked shrimp, too. I THINK the surimi one is a California Roll, but I wouldn’t swear to that. I also discovered vegetarian sushi, which I like to think of as a rolled up salad 
When I get a little braver the spicy tuna roll is next on my list.
Peanuts! They were yummilicious, with about a quarter inch layer of wasabi “dough” on the outside. The peas I tried were OK, but the insides have that chalky dried-pea consistency that doesn’t do much for me. A friend of mine has found (get ready to drool) Ginger Wasabi Pecans at Whole Foods, and he is going to send me some to try.
I’d just like to say that I don’t care what anyone thinks of my weird diet. Even I think it’s annoying.
But I try not to impose, ever. And I try to be as accommodating as I can, all things considered. And as far as I can tell, friends and acquaintances don’t seem too bothered by it.
But then again, as my simplest method is to just not participate in social gatherings, I may need to rethink my priorities.
Well, I should clear things up a bit. This guy is one of the guys I work with. I know him as well as I know anyone here. I’m sorry that didn’t come through. I didn’t want my post being any longer than it was. He was eating like a pig and what he was eating would best be described as ‘baby shit’. Given that, I was razzing him more than what he was eating. Which is why he shrugged as opposed to punching me in the nose.
We all eat cafeteria food here unless there is a special function like the goat pull I described in my narrative. Some people love the food in the cafeteria, I had better when I was in the army. At times they can really do things well like the roast beef. It is normally amazing. Somtimes it is shoe leather. I have a rule that I follow that was told to me by another person who works here, “If you can pump it, don’t eat it.” It has served me well and kept me healthy as diahrea is a common occurance here. I used to get hit at least once a shift, now it is every so often.
As to being a nice guy: Deep down I am an arrogant, self-absorbed evil motherfucker who would walk by starving children with nary a second thought. I know this and do my best to do and be the exact opposite at all times. Sometimes, I fail. It is a work in progress.
Yo, yBeayf . . . where’d you find that recipe?
I only hope that your user name does not give us any clues as to your “weird diet.”
I only ask because it might go well with a nice pint of cock ale.
From the Compleat Housewife, Eliza Smith, 1758:
Mmmmmm . . . cock-licious.
Actually, Poly those were intended to be specifically contrasting reasons for not accepting an invitaiton. “Cannot eat” and “just don’t like” being alternate examples.
I don’t support culinary sepukku.
Tris
I first saw it on alt.tasteless many years back. Alas, the original context is probably lost forever – the original archives from '92 - '96 (maintained by Sean McAfee, IIRC) have long since disappeared, and while Deja archived much, it didn’t archive everything. Most of Pierre Ketteridge’s stuff seems to have vanished, for example 
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The version I quoted in my post was from some random Google page – I just typed in “recipe live goose fire” and found it on the first hit.
Looks like Giambattista Porta and Alessio Piemontese, Secrets of Nature, 1660.
Very cool, thanks.
See, that is what I am talking about. You are condemning a recipe without even trying it or even seeing it prepared. I haven’t tasted this one myself but I do have confidence because of the fact that the recipe made it into a “best of” medieval cookbook.
My inlaws have an older goose at their farm in New Hampshire. I will see if they are willing to try this next weekend and report back. The only reservation I have is that I know some sure-fire goose recipes and I will catch some flack if this turn out less than great. We will see though.
Dude… the problem I have with it is has nothing to do with its ingredients or what I assume would be its flavor, but with the fact that it involves the slow and painful death of a goose! I have no objection to eating meat, but I like to show it the small kindness of at least killing it before I eat it.
Likewise, my problem with tiger penis soup or roasted gorilla hands has to do with the fact that they by necessity involve the deaths of highly endangered animals. When tigers or gorillas are bred like cows and are in no danger of extinction, sure, serve me up. But until then, no.
I’d be willing to try placenta.
Igunaq, anyone? For those who missed my last post, it’s raw walrus that has been fermented underground for a year. Would you try that?
I saw & smelled it once. It looked and smelled exactly like rotten flesh.
He’s kidding. At least, I HOPE he’s kidding.
Please, Shagnasty, tell me you’re kidding.
:eek:
In my experience, you have to be careful when you choke down something you hate and then compliment the chef. When my father remarried, the first dinner my step mother made for us was sugary canned ham with pineapples and cherries. Disgusting - I hate ham (and canned ham is particularly gelatinous and objectionable) and I have a very weird food hatred for sweet things to touch non sweet things. Probably one of the worst things I’ve ever had to eat, but I ate it and told her it was great.
Flash forward to the next visit at Dad’s, step mom says “I made that ham you liked!” sigh
I did have a weird experience with a picky eater this Christmas. My mother was hosting a great Christmas dinner with all the traditional fixings. She had to make a prime rib, corn and plain rice for one guest’s date since that’s all he would eat: beef, corn, white rice. My mother is a gracious hostess and accomodated the request, but damn, that’s some limited eating!
I have to say that one of the reasons that my boyfriend and I are so happy is we are so compatible - we like the same movies, we have the same sense of humor and we are both vegetarians who like the same food. We happily cook for each other and love all types of ethnic food. I would be unhappy if we didn’t go out for Thai or Chinese or Mexican.
Well, he’s not too happy that I hate green peppers, but I don’t try to make him eat beets!
My list of foods I refuse to eat: mayo, cottage cheese (too lumpy!), pears (too grainy!), tapioca/rice pudding (LUMPY), green peppers, sweetfoodthattouchesnonsweetfood (sweet and sour, raisins in curry, syrup on bacon etc).