You’ve probably only ever been exposed to instant oats. If you’re ever offered traditional steel cut oats (about 30 minutes to cook), give them a try before writing oatmeal off completely.
If you have already tried them and still don’t like them, well, c’est la vie.
Admittedly steel cut full-cook are better. Doubly so if you use a strainer to agitate the dry oats and get as much of the powdery dusty stuff to fall through as possible, leaving the big oat chunks. It’s the powder that cooks into snot.
My now-deceased first wife happily ate McCann’s for years; In the name of domestic bliss (and fewer pots to wash) I’ve certainly tried to make a go of those. Not a happening thing. As you say: C’est la vie. But thanks for trying. Sincerely, not snarkily.
With groats, I rinse them first, then toast them at 350 degrees for about 8 minutes. Into the pressure cooker they go, I cup groats with about 2.2 cups water, a pinch of salt, a dollop of oil. Pressure cook for 25 minutes. No powder, just chewy oaty groats, groaty to the max!
I could detect that in hard boiled eggs (if served plain), but I don’t notice it all with other preparations. Are you a supertaster?
I’m very glad I’m not a supertaster. It seems to really limit one’s diet. I like being able to eat almost anything and try new things without getting disgusted.
Don’t kill millipedes! They eat other more noxious insects. I’m the same way with spiders (who also eat other insects). They stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of theirs.
It wasn’t until I went away to college that I found out people dip pizza into ranch dressing and garlic shortening and other gross things. Like, actual grown adults do this and pizza places condone it and deliver little pots of the stuff. This simply Wasn’t. Done. as a kid growing up in Chicago.
I’m not anti-ranch, it’s ok for dipping a veggie stick into, I confess a soft spot for the Doritos (especially the recent Hot Ranch ones) and I’ll happily eat a wedge salad. But keep it away from my pizza. And ranch with hot wings is right out, I’m not even really into blue cheese dressing for wings but I do prefer it for the carrot & celery sticks.
It comes in handy to dip the ‘pizza bones’ into, I like it! They are cheaping out on pizza toppings around here, leaving a good wide edge of crust exposed. It’s really not that different from dipping pretzels or chips into dip, it’s just hard toasty bread, the crust edges.
I don’t deliberately kill anything that’s not already trying to assault me.
Goes for the harmless millipedes (who are really cool to watch up close; the wave action in those legs is fascinating), spiders, annoying Pekinese, Karens of either gender, etc.
Oh yeah, hash browns or home fries are both great for egg-mopping.
My “Breakfast of Champions” when I lived in Las Vegas was Prime Rib and Scotch. But not on a workday. Your South Park cite has the right idea.
I forgot to post the Joe Rogan chicken wing thing in my last. It’s an animated interpretation of of some podcast material where ranch dressing is soundly rejected: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXwakHd0UU0
I had a girlfriend that told me that she saw me do something not long after we met. We were in my house and she gasped when she saw a centipede. I swiftly picked it up, went to the nearby patio door, opened it, stooped over, and pitched it gently onto the grass as a said in a firm voice “You…OUT”.
She related that when she saw that, her opinion of me shot up in her mind.
Skinks on the other hand are a challenge. They’re so sleek and fast I can’t catch the friggin’ bastards without knocking their tails off.
This is the second place I found it. Select Malt o Meal and then you can put in your location to find stores that have it.
Post Brand bought out Malt o Meal some years ago (2015) and I think that made it harder-the new owners promote other lines/flavors more. Malt o Meal is an oldie but a goodie Midwestern food.
Probably not - I’m not one of that dislike eggs, just guessing about why some people might not like them.
I also “supertaster” is more complex than it might initially appear. I suspect that we all have different levels of sensitivity to various chemicals in food, which goes some way to explaining why some people love some foods and not others.
Also, being a supertaster doesn’t always limit your diet - Alan Alda was a on a show once discussing the subject and was found to be a supertaster… but he actually does like hot peppers. So I suspect mental state and other factors influence such tastes along with innate sensitivity to various things.
I assume that when blue cheese dressing is served with wings, it’s for dipping the accompanying veggie sticks, but I’ve always found it oddly compatible as a dip for the wings. It’s just one of those things that works, just like tzatziki dip is practically mandatory for souvlaki.
Out of that list, the only creature that unreservedly deserves to die is the Annoying Pekinese, which is actually just a subset of the Yappy Little Dog species (canis yippis annoyus maximus). A dog is not a dog unless it’s big enough to knock you down and drool on you, otherwise it’s a glorified rat that yips incessantly. But I’ve been sensitized, because my immediate neighbour had one. I still remember the glorious day when its incessant yapping was no longer heard. As one day of sublime peaceful silence followed another, and it became clear that the yappy hellion was gone for good, I was fully prepared – had I been King – to declare that first day of silence a national holiday.
My theory is that the guy himself just couldn’t stand it any more. Though another possibility is that one of the other long-suffering neighbours poisoned the thing.
For all of you who mentioned lobster or shrimp, here’s an very old joke:
New England farmer Silas takes his first trip to the big city and decides to dine at that he’s always read about. He orders the table d’hote. The first two courses are consomme and celery which he eats without comment. The next course is a lobster in the shell. Silas bangs the table for attention and says: “Waiter I’ve drunk the dishwater and et the bouquet, but there here insect is too much. Take it away.”
One of my neighbors a couple houses & decades ago had a similar yappy dog. Which got out frequently & roamed the neighborhood so it could yap far and wide.
One day the poor woman was standing in her front yard calling to the dog out in the street when another neighbor from a block away happened by in their car and ran over the dog, crushing it completely. My neighbor was certain it was deliberate. I did not witness the event so I had / have no opinion. But the silence was appreciated. Though the poor woman took a long time to get over her loss, which was sad to watch.
Perhaps she ought to have paid more attention when her dog learned to ignore the wireless fence and roam freely.