Deeper Thoughts & Inner Weirdom 2
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I am going to have to state that when it comes to cuisine the USA is really in LAST place. I mean you might say "Continent of Africa" but like say, Ethiopian cuisine is really delicious. I don't know maybe authentic Mexican food has us beat. I only ever had this delightful thing called "Tex Mex" and well, then I moved to Arizona an not only ENCOUNTERED Menudo but I had to eat it Every Dann Pot luck. It's not the intestines either Pho is DELICIOUS. But, it was apparent my coworkers knew about my Menudo thing because every darn pot luck, I would get someone saying "Have you tried my Menudo yet?" and it always tasted like, not dope. Honestly, it's a very HEALTHY diet but a) that is because it is IMPOSSIBLE to eat "too much" you just eat as much as you can take, not a bite more and b) there is something wrong with a food culture where close to 95% of the dishes, including "desert," have to be liberally doused in hot sauce to even be ABLE to eat them and they also eat a pound of like, mashed up ants. Kinda like Australia, the native food is, ah, freaky (if you ask me) and the Colonial food is just boring.
At least when the French colonized Vietnam like, they did something gastronomically AWESOME with it.
Although I will say the worst thing maybe I EVER ate was chicken feet at this more or less authentic Vietnamize place and I did not like it at all. For one, it had that "old Asian food palace smell" where you want to be like, "You need to redecorate and just tear it all down! I mean, I get you have no money because not that many people eat here but that is because your 20 year old furnishings and kitchen are not HOLDING UP. So to get people here, you need to like, take out a loan."
It was run by this very frightening maven of a Vietnamese woman and she was like in love with my little brother where like, I could never tell how she thought I was related to him, but in whatever manner, I was clearly not acceptable. He'd go to the bathroom and I would just be like, "Oh God, let her not come over here dude, she's had murder in your eyes before." So he took me a bunch and I thought maybe the maven might approve so I agreed to try chicken feet after the umpteenth time (he's like this low key nagger, too.) They were refrigerator cold. You could feel the skin's texture. I could not tell if or how they were cooked, and maybe they were pickled somehow, Kind of this rubbery bounce off your teeth texture. You'd think with chicken feet, you'd make a effort right? A fancy sauce? Some Vietnam peanut sauce which the Vietnamese have actually made PALATABLE somehow, how, I know not. Some Hemlock even to wash out your mouth after, in case you needed it. But no. They were served with some bean sprouts and like, a SMALL piece of lime.
If I have not yet insulted a culture regarding its cooking do let me know (I have a feeling) I will try to work it in another time.
But yeah, maybe one bite was not enough to accustom myself to the chicken feet experience but somehow, I feel it also completely was enough.
Anna
At least when the French colonized Vietnam like, they did something gastronomically AWESOME with it.
Although I will say the worst thing maybe I EVER ate was chicken feet at this more or less authentic Vietnamize place and I did not like it at all. For one, it had that "old Asian food palace smell" where you want to be like, "You need to redecorate and just tear it all down! I mean, I get you have no money because not that many people eat here but that is because your 20 year old furnishings and kitchen are not HOLDING UP. So to get people here, you need to like, take out a loan."
It was run by this very frightening maven of a Vietnamese woman and she was like in love with my little brother where like, I could never tell how she thought I was related to him, but in whatever manner, I was clearly not acceptable. He'd go to the bathroom and I would just be like, "Oh God, let her not come over here dude, she's had murder in your eyes before." So he took me a bunch and I thought maybe the maven might approve so I agreed to try chicken feet after the umpteenth time (he's like this low key nagger, too.) They were refrigerator cold. You could feel the skin's texture. I could not tell if or how they were cooked, and maybe they were pickled somehow, Kind of this rubbery bounce off your teeth texture. You'd think with chicken feet, you'd make a effort right? A fancy sauce? Some Vietnam peanut sauce which the Vietnamese have actually made PALATABLE somehow, how, I know not. Some Hemlock even to wash out your mouth after, in case you needed it. But no. They were served with some bean sprouts and like, a SMALL piece of lime.
If I have not yet insulted a culture regarding its cooking do let me know (I have a feeling) I will try to work it in another time.
But yeah, maybe one bite was not enough to accustom myself to the chicken feet experience but somehow, I feel it also completely was enough.
Anna
stols001 Somehow you seem to be channeling my inner weirdom 
Chicken feet ain't all that bad, just too much effort for such little meat
Bit of Jamaican rumored history, as it was passed down to me. The slave owners ate the good stuff and the slaves ate the scraps. And to us Jamaicans, your foot starts at the top of your thigh down to the tip of your longest toe. Truth.
Now we eat oxtail (ox: neutered bull) made with butter beans and lotsa allspice/pimento and hot flavorful pepper.
The Filipino eat it mixed with Peanut butter
Cow foot. Which you can buy and it's like 3 feet long in the store, sitting out in an open air barrel. (Jamaican foot reference). The only part of any value is at the actual foot, the gelatinous bits that separate joints. For more flavor they add in some burned cow skin.
Chicken feet ain't all that bad, just too much effort for such little meat
Bit of Jamaican rumored history, as it was passed down to me. The slave owners ate the good stuff and the slaves ate the scraps. And to us Jamaicans, your foot starts at the top of your thigh down to the tip of your longest toe. Truth.
Now we eat oxtail (ox: neutered bull) made with butter beans and lotsa allspice/pimento and hot flavorful pepper.
The Filipino eat it mixed with Peanut butter
Cow foot. Which you can buy and it's like 3 feet long in the store, sitting out in an open air barrel. (Jamaican foot reference). The only part of any value is at the actual foot, the gelatinous bits that separate joints. For more flavor they add in some burned cow skin.
@Wayneo I am starting to wonder if like, we are twins separated at birth. We share all the same neuroses. I have only eaten tourist Jamaican food. It was alright. I would possibly eat a cow hoof. I will admit that (while they simultaneously repulse me (just like a crab fest all that eating of delicious crab but it is SO GROSS getting it out) I eat those "potato chip like things' made of lard of the pig" or whatever it is. They are really good. Bacon grosses me out but it was the one food that made me queasy when I was pregnant. I have eaten cow tongue, snails (I don't remember that one I was a toddler) as a youth,, brain (pan fried and uh, battered.) I will also admit that when I ate that brain, I was a kid, and at my grandmother's house. I will ADMIT it tasted good and weird enough, I poked at in and deconstructed it to figure out what it was.
My grandmother did not NOTIFY us, that hag. I want to say maybe she ate brain before all the time so much so it was normal for her. I have a sneaking suspicion she did not notify us in case of protest though..
The minute I discovered it, I whispered to my little sister, 'This is brain we are eating, but we have to eat it to be polite." I saw no reason to suffer alone. LOL. My poor little sis. She still loves me regardless.
I would eat brain again but I have heard it may not be so healthy. I also ate cow tongue and it was weird, but alright. All giblet material is fine with me and I enjoy a delicious chunk of liver very often.
I am going to have to go with the French for sheer gastronomic awesomeness, but I was like in Elementary school when I was there, so I adjusted to it..... Then my parents moved. There were many many things I missed and French cuisine in the USA is still not the same.
Anna
My grandmother did not NOTIFY us, that hag. I want to say maybe she ate brain before all the time so much so it was normal for her. I have a sneaking suspicion she did not notify us in case of protest though..
The minute I discovered it, I whispered to my little sister, 'This is brain we are eating, but we have to eat it to be polite." I saw no reason to suffer alone. LOL. My poor little sis. She still loves me regardless.
I would eat brain again but I have heard it may not be so healthy. I also ate cow tongue and it was weird, but alright. All giblet material is fine with me and I enjoy a delicious chunk of liver very often.
I am going to have to go with the French for sheer gastronomic awesomeness, but I was like in Elementary school when I was there, so I adjusted to it..... Then my parents moved. There were many many things I missed and French cuisine in the USA is still not the same.
Anna
Like Arnie and Danny Devito maybe. In Twins. And fraternal not identical. I'll be Danny Devito
IMHO I have no neuroses I will go with French for sheer gastronomic awesomeness, cuz 20 seconds too long means the Béarnaise or Hollandaise sauce is going in the trash and starting over
pickles and donuts.
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