I make leftover pie dough cookies. I just cut the (all butter) dough into cookie sized pieces, sprinkle with some cinnamon and sometimes some sugar, and bake in a medium oven until they puff up a bit and get crispy. They are delicious.
(I bake them in the same oven as the pie, but don’t put them in until I’ve reduced the temperature from the initial high heat to medium heat.)
I’ll go with flowers. Having had my original garden training with the king of all snobs, an Englishman named Alan Chadwick who built Edwardian herbaceous perennial borders in California, where they need endless water and a slave level of labor to support, I dislike bedding plants-- garish blobs of annual color all exactly six inches high – which is what are called “flowers” in garden stores. Also the way suburbanites have vast lawns upon which are lavished water, pesticides, herbicides, and constant mowing, with a few tired shrubs dotted about.
I prefer a tumble of soft colors and non-hybridized original forms, a kind of arty cottage garden style. Which does take a fair amount of work to look ‘natural’, like synchronized swimming, but the effect is glorious.
THAT still sounds like it would taste better than DiGiorno.
Not to upset your stomach, but it was definitively worse. 
Quite so. Weirdly, I have this thing now where, even when I’m trying something new that I don’t really like, I am enjoying myself because I am acquiring data about what I don’t really like.
Yes!!! My people!
Heh, I do this also. There are so few things I don’t like, that I have to wonder if it’s possibly the preparation that’s to blame.
The first time I ordered Uni at a sushi restaurant I did not like it. I’ve loved every other item ever experienced in a sushi restaurant, so I’ve ordered Uni a few more times. Still haven’t liked it. I’ll keep trying (I’ve heard it has to be really fresh to be served).
I like to do this, too. But I’m a picky eater and there are lots of foods i don’t like. Still, i enjoy trying new foods, and it’s an especial joy if i really like one of them. Pheasant is awesome, ya know?
I agree. I’m always disappointed when I eat that stuff. They’re tasteless. Brownies are also in that category. I’m good with the donuts and other donut-type products though.
I think you need to expand this…I was in Amalfi and Napoli last year and ate pizza almost every day. It was ungodly good.
Not people! Fruit!
I have always heard how good pheasant is but my experience has always been to dry. I think my favorite is wild Ca. quail.
Pheasant in a crock-pot stew is good stuff. I have found that any other method of preparation is, as you say, too dry.
Delicious pizza can now be had in any small city. Even mine had a restaurant that won an award in Vegas for World’s Best. Chicago and New York have decent places but so does Detroit, Toronto, Montreal and Miami.
And the glass gets stuck in my teeth.
I forgot an obvious one: I’m a dreadful television snob. There are specific things that I object to which I would claim are reasonable - something like Murder She Wrote or Midsomer Murders, well, I’d probably be snobby anyway, but they trivialize murder as entertainment, and I really object to that; so I’ll claim non-snobby on that one. But the giveaway is the plethora of Saturday night fun shows and quizzes that I can’t even tolerate as background with the sound off. Or the pitifully lame sitcoms that clutter up British TV. Or news presented in an entertaining manner. Etc.
Nah, you may disregard my excuses. I’m just a snob.
j
I meant in the U.S. I’m not worldly enough to make a world comparison. LOL
I suppose I used to be more of a movie snob, but I happily consume B-movies and mainstream trash. Huge fan of Wim Wenders and Michael Winterbottom and Krzysztof Kieślowski and I have a shelf bursting with Criterion BluRays, but I also wolf down all the main horror franchises, and my bookmarks list on Tubi is longer than the time I have left on earth. I’m fine with sleaze, as long as it’s enthusiastic sleaze, and you can tell people had fun making it
I guess what I’m snobbish about in film is the most generic, cookie-cutter romcom or action movie. I’m bugged by incompetence that made it to the screen. Someone says His Girl Friday is their favorite romantic comedy, hell, I’ll marry that person. If they say that cruddy one with Cloony and Roberts on the island made them laugh, their tastes just plummeted in my estimation.
I judge people, perhaps unfairly, if they watch reality TV. Any variation of it. Survivor, Apprentice, Housewives, and god knows what else is out there. Especially Dancing with the Stars. If you tell me you enjoy that show, I’m thinking less of you. (sorry, I know there are good people here who watch it).
I have a friend who hunts pheasants and often gives me a few. I wrap them in bacon, put them in a casserole dish, pour cream of mushroom soup over them, cover and bake. Never dry, but I do tend to cook poultry and game birds to at most medium.