Did you ever make something, or set out to make something and it turned out totally different than you expected it to? But you said to yourself, “eh, I’ll eat it anyway,” and to your surprise it turned out to taste good that way.
Like for me I made bacon and I almost burned it. Well I did burn some and I found I ABSOLUTELY love bacon that way. When it’s just one point shy of being burned. (Yes I know it’s bad for you, but I only eat it, once or twice a year)
Anything else? Any recipe you messed up and it turned out to be good?
Slightly burning is also the secret to really good brownies, and also the reason why Oreo cookies are so much more popular than their competitors. I’m not sure that counts for this thread, though, since I learned that through more conventional channels, and then did it deliberately.
One day I was making scrambled eggs and went to shake a bit of dried parsley into the pan, and unbeknownst to me the little plastic cap with holes in it was missing from the top. Since I did this without looking, I ended up dumping at least three tablespoons of dried parsley into my two-egg scrambled eggs. Spooning them out was futile, and I didn’t have any other eggs and was really hungry, so I said screw it and ate the eggs anyway. I expected them to taste sickeningly like PARSLEY!!!9!, but they were actually kind of good. Probably because parsley is (as a poster here once put it) the placebo of the herb world.
Overcooked bacon is heaven. When I make bacon at home, I have to take some out for my daughter before I finish the rest for myself.
Duck’s blood. Seriously.
The first time I had it was in Thailand, while visiting my stepmother’s family. It looked like cubes of chocolate tofu in some kind of broth. I had no idea what it was, but as soon as I put a piece in my mouth, my stepmom helpfully informed me that it was duck blood and laughed hysterically.
What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t spit it out (that would be rude), but I didn’t want to eat it at that point.
A quick gulp, and it was gone with minimal fuss.
A week later, and we were in a restaurant that served us a soup with what looked like chocolate tofu cubes in it. “That duck blood!” my brain said.
My stomach said “Meh,” and I ate it anyway. Not bad, really.