Well, if we're talking about food ...............
There's a certain background taste that I've come across in cheesy pastas, and I'd LOVE to know what it is and how to reproduce it.
..This certain je ne sais quoi was in a convenience package pasta that I used to be able to buy years ago, and I came across the same background taste in a pub meal (goat's cheese and rocket pasta) more recently. I didn't have the nerve to ask for their recipe -the place was too busy.
I'm vegetarian, so it's not going to be anything meaty (one hopes!!)
And it's not simply pesto or garlic or ordinary mustard.
I've bought lots of different herbs and still can't find the taste I'm looking for.
Any suggestions would be gratefully received.
There's a type of cheese we treat ourselves to from the local farmer's market occasionally; it's a Gran Padano with truffle through it. It costs a fortune, but sooo worth it! It's amazing on its own, but shaved over pasta with a tomato - based sauce or sliced thinly onto a home-made burger... :blissed:
Ok, this is a bit of a shoehorn but I'm not sure where else it could go.
USA: The Black Widow has been outeaten.
Two-time defending champion Sonya Thomas lost her hot dog eating title to Miki Sudo, who wolfed down 34 franks and buns in 10 minutes to win the women’s division of the annual Nathan’s Famous Fourth of July Hot Dog Eating Contest in Coney Island.
Thomas, of Alexandria, Virginia, was only able to devour 27 hot dogs and buns.
Thought this was the best thread to put this in, a pretty obscure bit of food weirdness that I'd never heard of before,
50th anniversary of Oxford Street’s Protein Man
Posted on June 10, 2018 Posted in History
Less Lust, by Less Protein. 50 years ago, a man started walking around with a simple sign exhorting people to avoid protein as it leads to lust.
Stanley Green, better known simply as “Protein Man” was a regular fixture on Oxford Street, and although his message was unlikely to appeal to the shoppers, his dogged determination to spread it made him an unlikely subject for affection.
A relic of a bygone age, when standing around handing out leaflets exhorting the children of the promiscuous 60s to repeat their evil ways.