How It Tasted
Cold
Boiled Tongue
Milomir:
Is this tongue?
…and with that the tongue melted down in a puff of
smoke.
No, not really.<grin> But my attempts at secrecy
a la Mission Impossible were for naught—DH guess what it was with just a single
bite.
Surprisingly, though, the revelation didn’t noticeably
affect my son’s appetite. His only comment was that the tongue was “too
plain”—meaning, I guess, that he would have preferred it doused with barbeque
sauce or stuffed into taco shells.
Personally I thought the tongue tasted fine. It tasted
exactly like what it was—beef. Rather plain, as my son noted, but really not
bad at all.
Apple,
Celery and Green Pepper Salad
As noted in Part 1 I dressed this salad with one of
Bettina’s boiled oil concoctions. It was the first time I’d ever made such a
dressing and probably the last—it broke down somehow between the refrigerator
and the table and had an oily slickness that none of us cared for.
But the combination of chopped apple, celery, and
pepper was surprisingly good—the apple and pepper in particular went well
together. If I’d only gone with a better dressing this would have been a major
hit—even as prepared we all seemed to enjoy it.
Golden
Bantam Corn On The Cob
My son was very pleased to see this on the table—DH
much less so.
Since his gallbladder surgery three months ago he’s
been very cautious about his digestion and what he eats—particularly in regards
to vegetables with thick skin. I hadn’t realized that boiled corn would present
any problem, but he was concerned about the tough jackets on the kernels.
So he compromised by eating half an ear and then
waiting to see how it went down. Fortunately there was no problem—unfortunately
by the time he returned for more the corn was gone—DS had munched every last
cob!
Bread
and Butter
Filip:
This is old.
Darn! I was hoping no one would notice that the bread
was less than fresh but, like the tongue, some things are impossible to keep a
secret. I honestly didn’t think the loaf was all that bad—toasted with olive
oil garlic it would have been terrific—but DH and Son were definitely not
interested.
Peach
Butter
Although the peaches turned dark after cooking it
didn’t affect the taste at all—rather a shame, in my opinion, because once
again the stuff was overly sweet.
But DH really enjoyed it—so much so, in fact, that he
dumped half a cup on his plate and ate it like cranberry sauce . Unfortunately
I wasn’t able to do more than toy with mine—spooning it up was like munching sugar
out of the bowl, or gulping down a entire cone of cotton candy.
Iced
Tea
I’ve made iced tea any number of times in the last few
months and always brew it exactly the same way, but this time it seemed rather
weak. Perhaps my taste buds had been zapped by the overly sweet peach butter? I
have no idea but, if I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn I was drinking ice
water with a twist of lemon.
Sliced
Watermelon
This melon was a satisfactory end to the meal. In
fact, despite it being (almost) out of season it went over far better than
Bettina’s overly dry cakes generally do. The only rumblings I heard from my
crew was that the melon wasn’t quite cold enough, and the center was a little soft.
Would I Make This Again?
The tongue? No. It tasted fine but was just too
expensive. And, although its visceral origins raised little fuss at our table,
I doubt very much that guests would react as calmly.
But the salad (had I used a different dressing), the
corn, and the watermelon were good, and my husband certainly enjoyed the peach
butter.
The bread and the tea were less successful but, as
Bettina staples, I doubt anyone was prepared swooned over them anyway.
In short it was a decent meal and, as Bettina promised
Mrs. Dixon, didn’t take a lot of fussing to prepare.
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