My Life Is Complete!
By mduigou on Jun 12, 2007
I saw this link on reddit.com and, given my proclivities, I clicked it immediately : 17 Foods You Must Eat Before You Die I figured, cool, this will certainly give me some gastronomy ideas for my upcoming July vacation! I discovered, however, that I've already completed the list or near enough that I'm not compelled to be pedantic about completing the checklist. Some recollections of the mentioned foods:
- Scallop roe
- I've had scallop roe on two very memorable occasions. The first was at the now long gone "Ruby" restaurant in Calgary's chinatown. Fresh scallops on the half shell broiled with garlic butter. My wife any I still talk about this dish almost 20 years later. The second occasion is even more vivid. We were picking mussels with friends on vacation in Newfoundland. In amongst the mussels we caught a few scallops. I caught the largest, about 15 cm in diameter, and kept it separate from the mussels in my shorts pocket. Hip deep in the Atlantic while in the mussel bed it tried to swim away! A little later around the fire I cooked it in the shell on a hot rock over the camp fire. The meat was unbelievably sweet and the roe had a subtleness that I've never found with any other roe. Wow!
- Pick Your Own Produce
- We grow our own tomatoes and basil for exactly the reasons cited but I also have memories of eating sun warmed apricots right from the tree in Kelowna as a teen. I have similar memories for self picked wild strawberries, cucumbers, an exceptional honeydew melon from our garden in Fremont (Berkeley isn't hot enough), and green peas.
- Bone Marrow
- I still order marrow every chance I get. I don't remember the first time I ate marrow, but I do remember that I didn't know that anyone considered it "good eats" until I first tried Ossobucco at Guido's Restaurant in Banff when I was about 20. One of my table mates asked why I wasn't eating my marrow. I explained I was saving it until the end, but I was entirely shocked that I was expected to eat the marrow. Prior to this revelation I had always enjoyed marrow, particularly pork marrow bones, as a personal pleasure. I believed that my personal enjoyment of bone marrow quirky, like my sister's enjoyment of chicken grissel. Now I know that I'm the normal one...