My rule of thumb when trying a new local delicacy was/is to never ask what it was before I tried it. Especially useful in Singapore night food stalls, Hong Kong street food kiosks, etc. Las criadillas were a surprise as a tapa in Spain. Just for you @RetiredVeteran
Ah, thanks for triggering some nice memories. Years later, my daughter still raves about Kalua pork and how it was on the weekly school lunch menu at Hickam Elementary and Aliamanu Middle School. Definitely a favorite for the kids - and me. Personally, I loved the mochicko chicken, but was never a fan of the malasadas. In-n-Out - those were days growing up in California. My favorite In-n-Out was off the 101 in Ventura after spending time surfing and having a huge appetite. These days my system would fail if I tried to eat a double-double with fries and a shake - that's young people food.
There are innumerable recipes for cat heads on the internet. And the name is simply “Those biscuits are surely near the size of a cat’s head.”
I see that jar of Bonne Maman hiding up in the corner. My wife always gets the BIG jar at Costco.
The box in the lower pic is available at my local Commissary. . .
Exactly why I picked that photo of the many similar internet images. I use those smaller empty jars on my desk to hold all kinds of things.
Not only did I eat it, (and still do), but my family makes it, so I know exactly what's in it, which I guess makes me even more strange...
I blame shrinkage on the closet.
I experienced it the first time I met my future mother-in-law and father-in-law, who had made “her boy’s” favorite boyhood lunch. Toasted and buttered white bread, Taylor Pork Roll slices fried in butter until lightly caramelized, provolone, Pa Dutch spicy pickles on the side. I naturally ate every bit of mine, made appropriate noises, and haven’t eaten one since. I think it was a test. But I do make it every once in a while as a surprise for DH. It’s not that I think it’s awful, I just didn’t grow up eating much processed meat. Of course, once I got stationed in Spain and Italy, I fell right into a world far beyond bologna and pork roll.
What about zimne nozki?
That’s what I’m talking about. On Christmas morning!
You and @brewmeist are unrepressing old memories.
I was fully expecting a report of a broken tooth from biting down on bullion in some type of alchemical transmutation of ordinary chicken bouillon into gold bullion.At the office, I am wont to like a cup of chicken bullion in lieu of coffee. I like to mix it up a bit.
There is a point to this story, I assure you.
I have finally gotten to the bottom of a jar of these cubes. They had a "Best If Used Before" date of March 29, 2020. Yes, you read that right. They were five (5) years past the "freshness date". When I would unwrap them from their festive gold mylar entegument, they would appear very, very dark brown in color. Having seen chicken bullion cubes in the past - I knew this brown color to be a harbinger of beverage corruption - but the Marine in me did not want to waste them. Starving kids in Ethiopia came to mind.
Here's the point: I opened a new jar this morning and lo and behold the cubes were a lovely golden color with flecks of wonder in them. I made a cup of hot water and dropped one in, anticipatorily awaiting the first sip when I would hear the angels sing in reverence of this tasty cup of pseudo-soup.
It was absolutely no different, whatsoever.
I appreciate you staying with me to the end of the story,
