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Fear Factor

I like pizza and lasagne. Well, I used to. After several weeks of saving money by accepting invitations to dinner at my boyfriend's house, I never want to eat anything with tomato sauce in it again because it appears the only two dinner options he can conceive of are pizza and lasagne.

I countered by inviting him to my place for dinner and a movie. He said, "Okay, I’ll bring some food and we can cook." I pictured him stopping by the store to pick up some fresh ingredients for a recipe he wanted to try. Nope. Stouffer’s frozen lasagne. Fourteen minutes in the microwave. The next time I suggested carryout, maybe from Golden Buddha, Nagasaki Inn, Thai Garden – hell, even Applebees. He showed up with Dominos pizza. The smell made me queasy. I went to the kitchen and made myself some soup, a quick Asian recipe with a simple broth, a few veggies, some noodles, fish balls and a garnish of cilantro.

"Now what is that?" he asked, eyeing the steaming soup like something might spring out of it at him.

"Fish ball soup."

"What?! No. They really have balls? Sick!"

"No, they don’t have balls. It’s like a meatball… only it’s fish." The explanation didn’t help. He actually scooted a few inches away from me and, with a wary sideways glance, dragged his pizza box along protectively.

So the next time, I announced that I would be cooking us dinner. I was in the middle of preparations – happily peeling, slicing and dicing – when he came over. "Cold beer in the fridge for while you wait," I told him, and then thinking of the capelin roe catastrophe (from my story in the "I Love Sushi" Experience) I decided it was best not to let him root around in the fridge and added, "Let me get it for you."

"Why? What the hell’s in there now?" he demanded, apparently also still traumatized by the fish egg incident. "Am I going to open the door and find something looking at me?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," I warned him, thinking of the package of whole frozen smelts that was thawing for tomorrow night.

"Jesus. Your kitchen is like Fear Factor."

"Don’t worry. We’re having chicken tonight. Just good old American chicken that was probably murdered and torn limb from limb at the Tyson plant not far from here, where there is nothing icky or creepy apart from the smell and the occasional accident with a worker falling in a rendering vat like happened a couple years ago. Okay?"

"Okay," he said, grudingly reassured. Then after a moment, "Wait – what part of the chicken? It better not be ******* beaks or something."

"It’s not," I snapped, getting a little testy at the reminder of a past cooking failure with him. On a trip to Colombia I had been served a bowl of hearty soup that contained chickens feet, which made a lovely rich broth for the rice, potatoes and other veggies to simmer in. It was delicious. Using chickens feet purchased at the international market back home, I had recreated the recipe for us. After finding out what was in it, he had spat his first mouthful of broth back into his soup bowl and declared a 24 hour moratorium on kissing me because I’d had "nasty bird feet" in my mouth.

After that debacle, I was keeping it simple and safe: chicken with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes. I left the kitchen for just a couple minutes to take the trash out to the dumpster and while I was gone, the boyfriend apparently got up to get himself another beer. I walked back into my apartment just in time to see him slamming the refrigerator door. "Tentacles! There is some **** in there that has tentacles! That is it! We are going out for dinner."

"There’s nothing with tentacles in your dinner tonight. Calm down."

"I don’t care. For all I know, your cat could be in there," he countered. He was smiling and half-joking. But only half joking, and clearly alarmed. "And where is Bella, anyway?" he added checking the windowsill where the kitten could often be found.

 

"Now, come on – I can’t leave all this food on the stove in the middle of cooking."

"Well, I’m going out and get something then. I can’t eat that… whatever it is. I’m sorry. So, what should I get?"

"Just no pizza. No lasagne. Please."

"Right. Got it," he said. And twenty minutes later he made a grand entrance trailing a waft of the distinctive metallic smell of tomato sauce and announced, "Spaghetti!"

 

 

 

MetalFatigue MetalFatigue 36-40, F 16 Responses May 4, 2011

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I think your words describing dim sum captured the experience perfectly. When I was in college I used to love going to Chicago Chinatown for dim sum. Getting to sample just a bit of so many different wonderful flavors is pure bliss for me.

While I'm not fond of chicken or duck feet, I'll eat almost anything that comes at a dim sum shop. Yummie little treasures in various coverings and sauces. Maybe you should so a sea food lasagne with white sauce, garlic, and multiple cheeses. Then you control the aromas. I make a seafood lasagne with shrimp, scallops, and sliced squid that everyone seems to love, probably not knowing that those are slices of squid. I save the tentacles for myself.

***** sacs, huh? Well, brave of you to try AP. And how were they? Rest assured, buddy, if I'd been there I wouldn't have let you shoulder the whole burden alone. Like my former husband said when I accidentally got a mouthful of gasoline while trying to siphon from one car for another, "Honey, you've had worse things in your mouth." By the way, I do so love having chipperchick in the conversation now. She really livens it up.

@ MetalFatigue... I am not a picky eater, but I think I also would have a hard time eating at your house. lol<br />
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@ AndrewPenney... Everything I said to MetalFatigue an more. ***** sacks? Oh. My. God! ***** sacks? Really? * mewold go into the bathroom and pukes his guts up... *

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Andrew, <br />
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Sorry your tooshie is cold...ask them for a blanket to sit on..And, I do so hope it is going well, you do still have your humor thankfully..<br />
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If i was at dinner with you, you would have to add another heaping of it to your plate..I think it is the ..knowing in advance..thing that takes me away from it, haha. <br />
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chipperchick;)

Hello! I have a signal because I have my room door open and am sitting on the floor just inside from the ward corridor. Brrr... my bum is cold!<br />
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I like the crunch in cold jellyfish salad. And I enjoy the crunch of pig's ears.<br />
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But I can't bring myself to eat chicken feet.<br />
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One of my most traumatic food experiences was an expensive one. Two of my dearest friends and I had a cozy and intimate dinner at a very fine Japanese restaurant. We left the menu up to the chef.<br />
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The kimono-clad waitress slid open the paper doors of our little shoji booth (*not recommended for claustrophobic people and served us something with a look of quiet dignified pride in her face:<br />
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"This is cod ***** in ***** bag. We call shirako. Do you know shirako? Very special. Hope you enjoy."<br />
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No I did not know shirako. Each serving was a small lacquer bowl of clear room-temperature broth with two small white sacs floating in it. Then the waitress bowed and left us to enjoy.<br />
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Joyce immediately said, "No." I said to Laurent, the big manly Frenchman, "Laurent, how would you like to have her shirako?"<br />
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By then Laurent had tried his and the look of pure misery on his face was unforgettable. "Sorry, AP. I can't do it."<br />
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Not wanting to hurt the chef's feelings, I ended up eating five ***** sacs.<br />
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:(<br />
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Oh well, I survived...<br />
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*hugs and love*<br />
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Andrew

Oh, MetalFatigue, <br />
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Wait till you hear this..We had the largest Chinese restaurant between New York and Chicago, for 25 yrs..It was always on the menu..especially at Chinese New Years.. You can't buy it dried in the Asian markets? Soo tasty, like the gristle on chicken wings...my bones get totally bare.<br />
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ChipperchickMarriedThePianoMan,too,boyisSheLucky!!!

Love jellyfish salad! Can't get it anywhere around here. My favorite Chinese restaurant used to have it but quit serving it due to lack of demand. Would definitely try marinated sliced pig ears as a substitute. And would so love to feed some to the bf without telling him what it was.

I made fish ball soup for dinner last night, um um good,<br />
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Oh, you sure do make me laugh..<br />
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I was eating what i thought was jelly fish salad..my husbands whole family was staring.Even gave me what was on their plates..But, they kept laughing at me, until I found out why..it was marinated sliced pig ears..now, for some reason, the thought of it still makes me cringe, but, boy was it tasty..I bet lotsa those who read this will think I am nuts just to eat jelly fish salad, but, MetalFatigue knows how delicious that is, don'tcha?<br />
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so, I thank you for your story once again, so, please come and have dinner with me, you cook!!<br />
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chipperchickThanksYou.

Didn't say there was no chance of it biting me, just that I had to get in the first shot. Somehow I sense this conversation is about to veer off in the gutter.

if there is no chance of them biting you first, wheres the challenge ?! :-)

Gross food? Metalfatigue is an omnivore and, as I've said before, will sample anything that doesn't bite me first.

If you say so, think I'm gonna trust ya on this one and leave it at that.<br />
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so do you suck the heads from in the squirrel stew?<br />
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well if it wasn't for the asian influence I'd warn ya to be careful getting into a gross food chat with a southern boy, but I've seen things in China town San Fransisco I still aint over :-)

It's kinda like chicken wings - just a good vehicle for getting a tasty sauce to your mouth.

roflmao<br />
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holy crap batman!<br />
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chicken feet...really!<br />
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I worked in a chicken plant :-)<br />
we never let the feet get away :-)