Monday, August 29, 2011
An Acquired Taste
If I were going to be stranded on a deserted island, I can assure you I would be interested in my survival more than anything else. And, yes back to the subject at hand, given a choice I would hope to find myself on that fateful trip with Anthony Bordain rather than the skipper, the millionaire, the professor, or Paula Deen- no offense but I believe in self preservation. Not that I find the idea of a diet of dried toads, toasted spiders, or bats tasty, somehow I feel I would have better luck finding those resources than the fixin's for tomato tarts, glazed brie, or gooey butter cake (although the later does sound pretty yummy about now, but I digress).
And, if I had to answer that proverbial question, "Who would you enjoy at a dinner party?" there is no question there. I am much more interested in adventures in Borneo and the back alleys of Bangkok than I am middle Georgia. And, I find irreverence extremely entertaining, especially when there are folks around who take themselves much too seriously.
For a just a tidbit of background (for those of you who have not read Bourdain's autobiography "No Reservations") he developed his interest in food when traveling abroad as a young lad with his parents. He decided in revolt to order the most disgusting thing on the menu at each meal to offend his family. To his surprise, instead of finding his choices repulsive, he found them intriguing. And, so began his love affair with exotic food.
Like most southerners, I was born with a taste for gooey butter cake, but it didn't take me long to acquire a love for oysters, steak tartare, anchovies, foie gras, caviar, truffles, Bleu d'Auvergne, fava beans (and a nice Chianti), and prickly pear (especially in a margarita).