A Question Of Taste

Here’s a story which made me scratch my head:

She proceeds to tear apart the battered fish and dip it into tartare sauce, and then grabs a handful of chips.

So far, so good.  The baffling thing?

Returning to the fish, Bella continues to eat with her fingers.

…which left her Brit readers appalled.

Bella’s unconventional approach of eating fish with her fingers took social media by storm, sparking debate among netizens. One observer posted: “I’ve never seen someone eat fish and chips with their hands.”

I’m sorry?  Eating F&C with a knife and fork is like eating pizza or a hot dog with a knife and fork;  you can do it, but why?  (As my old Zulu buddy Sipho Tshabalala once put it:  “How can you taste the food when you don’t touch it?”  And he’s quite right.)

Americans may be forgiven for not knowing this, by the way, because Over Here one buys fish and chips at a restaurant and eats it sitting at a table, where eating with one’s fingers is generally frowned upon.

But in the true British Empire fashion, fish & chips is street food.  You buy it through a chippy’s window on the street, it comes wrapped in paper (once newspaper, alas no more), and you eat it on the run, so to speak, holding the steaming bag of F&C in one hand while pulling it apart and stuffing it in your face with the other.  (This polystyrene thing, as in the above picture, is yet another clear pointer to the fall of civilization as far as I’m concerned.)

And it tastes fucking wonderful.  (My mouth is watering as I write this.)  Yeah, your hands end up all greasy (as do your lips) from the oil and vinegar — but that’s all part of the experience.

This modern obsession with cleanliness is stupid, by the way, and no more so than when consuming one of the great food dishes of the world.

Important Stuff

From the experts comes this advice on how to make a perfect cup of tea.

Yorkshire Tea reveals how to make the perfect cuppa

I don’t know how to do that many things well — but when it comes to making tea, I do it perfectly.

From an early age, I used to make my mom a night-time cuppa, brewed in a small teapot, which I would take up to her bedroom for her to drink in bed before she said her prayers and went to sleep.  I did it every night for years until I went to boarding school, and even then I’d do it for her during school holidays, right up until I moved out of home.

I have, in short, brewed thousands of cups of tea in my lifetime.

New Wife drinks tea, upwards of six cups a day where possible, and she says that indeed, I make the best tea she’s ever had.  (She drinks Yorkshire Gold, by the way.  I turned her onto it before we got married, and now it’s all she drinks.)

Just for the record, I make her tea precisely the way that Yorkshire Tea says it should be made, with one small addition:  I first warm her cup with hot water while the water is boiling before emptying it and putting the teabag in, then pouring the boiling water over the teabag.  (The tea brews more quickly that way.)

And before anyone gets on my case about teabags vs. loose tea:  with YG, there is no difference in taste between the two — yes, I did a blind taste test with New Wife, who couldn’t tell the difference.  (And if she can’t, nobody can.)

Finally:  I’m a Tiffy.  Always have been, because putting the milk in after the tea has brewed is the only way to bring the tea to the desired color / strength.  Some people like it brown, others lighter.  My kids — also devoted tea drinkers — prefer it strongly-brewed but paler (D1 in the chart below), with sugar, while New Wife prefers it to be medium strength and a sort of tan color (C3) with no sugar.  It’s an art.

Like I said, this is important stuff.

Reader Input

I have Teh Competition!  From his well-defended bunker in coastal Florida, Reader Sean F. sends the following:

SEAN’S BILTONG

For the meat, I get a cut called caipirinha – a South American (Brazilian) cut which is actually the top of the rump, with the thick fat attached Top round, etc. is fine, but I like the fat layer, which should be trimmed down to 1/4” for biltong.  (Leave on for roasting.)

Per 1 lb. of raw meat – double or triple, etc.

Cut meat into thumb thickness pieces with grain

Spice mix:

2 tsp. coarse black pepper

3 tbsp. roasted and ground coriander seeds – grind with red pepper flakes to taste

Add to grind powdered garlic and onion 1/2 tsp @

Marinade:

½ c red wine vinegar

¼ c Worcestershire Sauce

Pat the meat dry and rub in ¼ of the spice mix on each side. Add marinade and put in tight Ziploc, overnight in frig. Turn, if you think of it.

Hang to dry.

It takes me 3 days in this hot but air-conditioned climate to get to “wet”.  Leave 5 days for “dry”.


…and he had the temerity to send me a couple of (wet) sample sticks.

Upshot:  New Wife prefers it to mine.  (“More savory, wetter, nice fat sliver.”)  Some Seffrican buddies we shared it with over the weekend also pronounced it excellent.

Action:  Will copy and steal the above recipe, as should everybody.

Verdict:  Business opportunity.

Dim Memories

Here’s a list of steakhouses in the U.S., ranked in reverse order.  (Follow the link to get the music and lyrics, otherwise just skip to the list below.)  I should point out that other than one or two, I haven’t been to any of them in ages (hence the title of this post), so things might have changed since then.

  • Logan’s Roadhouse — never been there
  • Texas Roadhouse — ditto
  • LongHorn Steakhouse — no idea why this is so low on the list;  I’ve been to several, and they were all good
  • Hoss’s Family Steak & Sea — never been there;  “hoss” and “steak” do not belong together, except maybe in La Belle France
  • Outback Steakhouse — not bad, at least the steaks are decent;  and it’s not really Strylian, which is in its favor
  • Saltgrass Steak House — this should be higher on the list;  I’ve been to several all over Texas, and all were excellent
  • Sizzler — are you fucking kidding me?  If this POS is on the list (never mind being so highly ranked), can Waffle House be far behind?
  • Ruth’s Chris Steak House — not bad, but suffers from having the Most Unpronounceable Name Evah
  • Black Angus Steakhouse — never been there
  • Morton’s — never had a bad meal at Morton’s;  it was my go-to place for client lunches and dinners, and should be near the top
  • Fleming’s Prime Steakhouse & Wine Bar — also excellent.  We celebrated Doc Russia’s bachelor party there, and even the hard-to-impress Mr. Free Market had a good time
  • Fogo de Chão — I can’t eat there because the prices are too high for my suppressed diet;  would love to try them though
  • The Capital Grille — too fucking spendy, even for client expense-account dining.

Add your thoughts to the list.  Mmmmmm… steak.

Back Then

Wasting time over at C.W.’s place there’s this little bit of nostalgia, with his comment:

Certainly, my Gran’s did, except her tabletop was covered with a single sheet of green linoleum (don’t ask).

Also at C.W.’s:  he’s been on a tear about the wonderful Alfa Romeo Tipo 105 sports cars of the late 1960s and early 70s, like this one:

This might be my favorite model of them all:  the Giulia GT Junior, with Alfa’s extraordinary 1300cc engine which performed completely out of its weight class.

Want.

Finally, and I hesitate to even say this, he has no business posting pictures of terrible things like this on his website:

Doubleplus want.

I’d call that a Texas BLT, but the bread’s a little on the thin side.