At number 49 is a luxurious delicacy only the wealthy can well afford to have everyday - Caviar.
I've never been a fan of caviar and so have never been to a luxury restaurant just to have caviar. In fact, if I were to count the number of times I've had caviar, I would probably be able to do so with one hand.
My very first memory and taste of caviar was the Christmas of 2008. Every year at Christmas, my family gathers at the home of an uncle or an aunt for a feast. That year, my aunt Li took a tin of caviar and dry water crackers to the party. I watched in silence as she spread a thin layer of cream cheese to each biscuit before gently dropping a tiny teaspoon of caviar on the now white canvas. The orange balls were glistening under Aunt Marg's miniature chandelier and I was drooling.
Trying to be as polite as possible (so as not to embarrass my mother), I leaned against an adjacent wall pretending to be utterly fascinated by Kevin McCallister's wits (Home Alone), all this while my overly excited eyeball ran amok the serving dish, finally spotting my desired cracker -- no doubt the one that was piled high with delightful shiny orange roe.
When it was finally time to dig in, I reached for my carefully pre-selected cracker before heading to a quiet corner (also pre-selected) where I could partake in my maiden experience.
As I bit into the delicate cracker, the orange balls burst into a tart, revolting mess all over my tongue ... and since I had chosen the tallest mountain of roe, the cracker could do nothing to nullify the loathsome flavor. I spat out what I could and buried my shame and my horrifying discovery at the bottom of the garbage bag -- I cannot appreciate caviar!!!
Number 48 - Haggis
Although I've been to Scotland (though technically I haven't - I was all of four years!), I have not tried this offal dish. Unlike Caviar, I'm partial to offal so I certainly would not mind trying it in!
Bring it on! :)
I've never been a fan of caviar and so have never been to a luxury restaurant just to have caviar. In fact, if I were to count the number of times I've had caviar, I would probably be able to do so with one hand.
My very first memory and taste of caviar was the Christmas of 2008. Every year at Christmas, my family gathers at the home of an uncle or an aunt for a feast. That year, my aunt Li took a tin of caviar and dry water crackers to the party. I watched in silence as she spread a thin layer of cream cheese to each biscuit before gently dropping a tiny teaspoon of caviar on the now white canvas. The orange balls were glistening under Aunt Marg's miniature chandelier and I was drooling.
Trying to be as polite as possible (so as not to embarrass my mother), I leaned against an adjacent wall pretending to be utterly fascinated by Kevin McCallister's wits (Home Alone), all this while my overly excited eyeball ran amok the serving dish, finally spotting my desired cracker -- no doubt the one that was piled high with delightful shiny orange roe.
When it was finally time to dig in, I reached for my carefully pre-selected cracker before heading to a quiet corner (also pre-selected) where I could partake in my maiden experience.
As I bit into the delicate cracker, the orange balls burst into a tart, revolting mess all over my tongue ... and since I had chosen the tallest mountain of roe, the cracker could do nothing to nullify the loathsome flavor. I spat out what I could and buried my shame and my horrifying discovery at the bottom of the garbage bag -- I cannot appreciate caviar!!!
Number 48 - Haggis
Although I've been to Scotland (though technically I haven't - I was all of four years!), I have not tried this offal dish. Unlike Caviar, I'm partial to offal so I certainly would not mind trying it in!
Bring it on! :)
image from eatdrinkbetter.com
Number 47
Standing at Number 46 is Jerk Chicken. Originating from the Caribbean, the sight of this dish made my mouth water. My friend, Au is planning a trip to the Caribbean next year, and I must tell her about this wonderful dish!
Number 46 - the tapas
It's a bit hard to write about this type of food. Although Spanish in origin, really, tapas could also refer to anything that comes in small(er) portions rather than small portions of Spanish food. I like the idea very much though because I'm all for having a variety of dishes to share and taste at restaurants rather than a huge meal one would inevitably get bored with. Incidentally, the word "The word "tapas" is derived from the Spanish verb tapar, meaning "to cover".
Next on the list at 45 is Roast Beef
Roast beef is an amazing dish. But not one I would like to have everyday as it could upset my occasionally delicate stomach. In fact when I think of roast beef, I think of the "beefeaters" (the yeomen who were paid with slices of beef for guarding the tower of London) and that thought instantly melts away the slightly wanting for roast beef.
I don't think I've had a memorable roast beef experience, really. It's the kind of food I would go to buffets to eat -- thick juicy slices of the finest cut with horseradish sauce. Come to think of it, I would really like to have it in a sandwich though, rather than on its own with potatoes or fries.
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