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Absolutely nothing wrong with a bit of pancreas.
I am sure a Ukrainian in 1932 might have thought that, anyone with something more edible like an old boot or some tree bark, not so much.
Seriously, though, when a dog turns its nose up at that stuff and opts to clean the cat’s litterbox instead, there might be a culinary problem.
I’m guessing the ladies have a version of this.
Via Holborn.
I’m guessing the ladies have a version of this.
LOL. No. 🙂
RE organ-based delicacies, such as tripe, poached pancreas, and my favorite – menudo – what is your personal ethics on introducing – let’s say exotic – foods to loved ones who you just know will enjoy them, despite their previously stated trepidation?
I’ve heard enough “I had no idea I was eating ____, but it was delicious!” stories to be tempted into bending the truth a bit in the name of culinary discovery, but alas can’t bring myself to serve those who’ve not consented. Persuasion via inviting aromas is often the preferred method. That and having absolutely nothing else on offer. Thoughts?
Persuasion via inviting aromas is often the preferred method.
Bad tactic, few thing smell better cooking than liver and onions, few things taste worse. Trickery by smell should be punishable by the offender being banned from eating all food except stale dry dog biscuits.
The prime rule of first world dining when it comes to vertebrates: nothing above the first thoracic vertebra and no caudal vertebrae, nothing from either the plural or abdominal cavities, nothing below the tibia and fibula. The only exception is a survival situation; this isn’t the middle ages where the peasants only got the leftover bits the gentry had the sense not to eat.
“If this serious approach to the problem doesn’t solve homelessness nothing will.”
That’s exactly the phenomenon the Goon Show used to parody with the likes of a tunnel from the House of Lords to the Folies Bergère.* Of course, it looks different; the modern establishment has different taste to the old one. But it’s still pissing taxpayers’ money up the wall.
*“But sir, I thought we were cutting down on this sinful national expenditure?”
“Of course we are! We haven’t built any lighthouses in The Strand this year. And besides, we’ve cut the tunnel estimates down to the barest essentials. There’ll only be plain silver chandeliers.”
few thing smell better cooking than liver and onions, few things taste worse
In my experience you have this exactly backwards. And why it took me so long to try liver and onions. Menudo, too, smells horrid while cooking but absolutely magical when served.
A while ago, The Other Half was watching a documentary about street food in, I think, Thailand. One of the temptations on offer was steamed chicken feet.
Can’t say I was swayed.
Well, that didn’t take long …
Nikw211: ’ Well, that didn’t take long …’
Stock up on popcorn, there’s much, much more vicious infighting to come!
“If this serious approach to the problem doesn’t solve homelessness nothing will.”
A person of colour and avoirdupoisity, not to mention a general presentation that would have induced a breakdown in Linnaeus. What’s not to love?
@ Sam: “few thing smell better cooking than liver and onions, few things taste worse
In my experience you have this exactly backwards.”
Kidneys are nice too when fried with onion.
Jim
Well, that didn’t take long …
Strange they’ve had their cages rattled by a newspaper article from 2015. The joys of offence archaeology (as Toby Young named it).
One of the temptations on offer was steamed chicken feet.
Far from the worst thing eaten in Asia, and infinitely preferable to pagpag.
Kidneys are nice too…
Yeah, the animal equivalent of a used oil filter, add “retroperitoneal” organs to my list above.
Now, am I correct that a less-extremist Labour Party would be far more popular with the public? And how much less extreme would it need to be to have a good chance of winning local and national elections?
They already win plenty of local elections.
Labour was historically Socialist, and the key to that was Clause IV of their constitution:
But Tony Blair knew with that the Labour Party would only ever win when the Conservatives were disastrously poor, and he altered it to read:
He also marginalised the extreme left of the party (so much that many of them left it).
And so under him the Party had a run of victories. Labour Parties which are Blair-like social democrats are remarkably successful, including the current NZ Labour Party. The key is that they aren’t Socialist.
The current British Labour is reverting to type, with nationalisation of industry high on its list of priorities, and a love that descends to madness for public schools and the NHS. While they remain like that, they will never rule consistently.
I might add, that the Left loathe Tony Blair. He had the temerity to show them that Socialism was all that stood between them and power. The exact same party, with mostly the same people standing, won massive majorities under him.
Tony Blair
He was nowhere near as benign as some thought at the time and others seek to portray him retrospectively. He was a vandal, abolishing the ancient post of lord chancellor and paving the way for the abomination that is the supreme court; in a shameless display of cowardice and pandering he did away with double jeopardy; his chancellor sold the gold reserves and raided pension funds in order to fund a splurge on health and education that didn’t seem to bring any improvements (other than to the bank balances of the army of public sector workers); and let us not forget the throwing open of the borders in a conscious attempt to alter the population and ‘rub the right’s nose in diversity’. (Presciently, one of his government’s early acts was to abolish the death penalty for treason.)
Not a fan.
. . . street food in, I think, Thailand. One of the temptations on offer was steamed chicken feet.
Or China.
They’re perfectly edible, nothing at all odd—A hyper extended sort of wishbone, sort of???—but then once one has had one, entirely Ehn.
Basically, after the first one, they become merely a step above jicama or eggplant, given that those and related have never achieved being anything more than edible objects for delivering some covering sauce or so.
Melanie Phillips: The British working class saves Britain — and its Jews
I just loved the absolute gobsmacked expression of Brexit Party candidate Yosef David’s face when Corbyn, in his acceptance speech, said how his party didn’t descend into the gutter and all that rubbish.
I agree with Sam, liver and onions on the plate smells and tastes great, but the smell of it cooking is hard to take. Must be the last of the piss-tang burning off. It was a favorite for dinner when I was growing up. We weren’t rich but we ate well. Another favorite was creamed kidneys on toast.
In general I find whatever smells tasty is tasty and vice versa. Some if not all physiologists seem to confirm the two senses are strongly linked. Yet I know some people who say, for instance, they like the smell of coffee but can’t stand the taste. Which baffles me, but that’s their story.
RHEEEEEEEEE!!! Terrorist propaganda!
Must be the last of the piss-tang burning off.
Liver – another animal used oil filter, but “piss-tang” ? If there is urine in a liver, the animal was very, very ill when slaughtered, and if you were eating kidneys (which can only be cooked by boiling the piss out of them) you might have thought you were eating well, but anyone who went to a butcher and and had a choice between real meat and a kidney and chose the latter, probably shouldn’t have been shopping, let alone cooking.
you might have thought you were eating well
I thought so then, and I think so still, thankyouverymuch. Wouldn’t say no to a dish of those creamed kidneys right this now in fact.
It’s all glamorous parties and endless babes.
So that’s what you spend our hard earned money on. 😁
It’s all glamorous parties and endless babes.
“That ain’t working. That’s the way we do it. Money for nothing and chicks for free.”
“People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It’s the work that we avoid
And we’re all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
And we’ll be
Taking care of business (every day)
Taking care of business (every way)…”
@ FM Muldoon: “…anyone who went to a butcher and and had a choice between real meat and a kidney and chose the latter, probably shouldn’t have been shopping, let alone cooking.”
We kill and butcher our own steers so there’s no shopping, but a lot of cooking of prime meat that we know is clean and unadulterated – and offal too. What we don’t eat goes to the dog.
Jim
I’m guessing the ladies have a version of this.
Drunken human tenpin bowling looks fantastic fun and I’d definitely take part. It would pair nicely with drunkenly using a mate’s head as a pool cue – David shared that link a few months back, I can’t find it now, alas!
Well, that didn’t take long …
Oh, but who needs mere twit sniping when one can go straight to the lawyers?
Labour: Thornberry begins legal action over ‘stupid’ Brexit claims
WRIT HITS THE FAN! Labour in civil war as Emily Thornberry vows to sue ex-MP Caroline Flint for ‘making up s**t’
Stock up on popcorn, there’s much, much more vicious infighting to come!
Popcorn? Nah, this is going to be entertainment on the scale of calling in a team of caterers . . . .
It would pair nicely with drunkenly using a mate’s head as a pool cue – David shared that link a few months back, I can’t find it now, alas!!
Well, there’s this one, and in another they actually get another ball into the pocket . . .
The prime rule of first world dining when it comes to vertebrates: nothing above the first thoracic vertebra and no caudal vertebrae, nothing from either the plural or abdominal cavities, nothing below the tibia and fibula. The only exception is a survival situation; this isn’t the middle ages where the peasants only got the leftover bits the gentry had the sense not to eat.
Addendum No. 1: Yeah, the animal equivalent of a used oil filter, add “retroperitoneal” organs to my list above.
Addendum No. 2: …anyone who went to a butcher and and had a choice between real meat and a kidney and chose the latter, probably shouldn’t have been shopping, let alone cooking.
That’s food wisdom right there folks. If I had the time and money I’d have that chiseled into marble and hang it in our kitchen.
Yet I know some people who say, for instance, they like the smell of coffee but can’t stand the taste. Which baffles me, but that’s their story.
I enjoy the smell of frying eggs at breakfast but cannot stand either their taste or the way they feel in my mouth. Go figure.
RHEEEEEEEEE!!! Terrorist propaganda!
Start warming up the helicopters, I’ve about reached the end of my rope with this krep. Honestly, a children’s book about body identity is “anti-trans extremism”? We’ve reached levels of Orwell that shouldn’t be possible – “In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary (extremist) act.”
And In Foreign News
“The Left is another country.”
I didn’t say I was a fan of Tony Blair. Unusually for a politician who won multiple elections he is pretty much universally loathed, as the effects of his decisions became apparent. I think Hitler has more fans TBH — at least he didn’t invade countries to “save” them.
My point was that he didn’t have to do much to make Labour electable. Just ditch the emotional attachment to Socialism.
I didn’t say I was a fan of Tony Blair.
Chester, sorry if I gave the impression my ire was directed at you, even obliquely. It wasn’t, of course – it was just the mention of that man’s name!
As I recall Tony Blair was portrayed very favorably in “The Queen”, although may have missed nuances from far away across the Pond.
@NTSOG
“crisps I think they’re called in England”
Well they aren’t French fries I can tell you…..