Follow up on The Omnivore’s Hundred list post.
K asked,
Where on the list are: head cheese, Rocky Mtn.Oysters, Finnan haddi?
I’ve eaten head cheese and Finnan haddie.
Mom used to make Finnan haddie when we were young. Not one of my faves at the time. Didn’t like her Swedish meatballs either. Maybe I would now.
She used to make Grandma Towse’s goulash — which is not really goulash by any stretch of the imagination — and humored me by letting me have the macaroni and the ground beef and the tomatoes separate on my plate. She then tossed the ingredients together for the goulash for the rest of the family. For some reason, I liked the ingredients fine apart but I thought that goulash was awful.
Note: this is the singular instance I can recall of Mom making anything special for anyone not much liking what she was making for dinner. I think it was because I wasn’t asking her to go much out of her way — just give me the separate ingredients before you mix them all together.
Had Kobe beef as part of a Dissident Chef dinner over at Crush Pad last night.
Earlier this week, after his nibs had seen my list, he said I’d already eaten both Kobe beef and horse.
“Really?” I said. “Horse?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Well, =I= had it in France and I don’t think I’ve been there without you.”
Maybe so. I have a mind like a sieve.
I meet your head cheese, Rocky Mtn.Oysters, Finnan haddie and raise you:
- tongue (beef tongue is soul food for his nibs)
- pork or lamb kidney (kidneys of any sort. I like them. his nibs doesn’t.)
- tarasun (Buryat ‘vodka’ distilled from soured milk)
- fiddle-leaf ferns
- yak (We passed on a chance to eat yak eyeballs.)
- Retsina
- chicken feet
- scrapple
- tripe or menudo
and I’ll stop there.