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Oct 16, 2004 18:02:25 GMT 10
Post by isaacs on Oct 16, 2004 18:02:25 GMT 10
This is a nice treat I learned in Estonia, apparently it's Swedish in origin.
Pour a stiff peg of good vodka straight up.
Pour some honey on a plate and grab some excellent dill pickles. Dip the pickles in honey, bite and masticate, immediately washed down by the vodka.
The combination of intensely sour and intensely sweet, pickles and honey just opens up the palate to accept the vodka with grace.
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Oct 16, 2004 18:15:05 GMT 10
Post by Kenny on Oct 16, 2004 18:15:05 GMT 10
Ahhhm, a man of curious tastes .... Woof!  |
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Oct 17, 2004 9:59:32 GMT 10
Post by isaacs on Oct 17, 2004 9:59:32 GMT 10
Ahhhm, a man of curious tastes .... It's all cultural isn't it, what's "curious" or not? The Swedes and Estonians don't think it curious to eat pickles and honey to chase vodka. I think the principle is the same as our lemon and salt chasing tequila. Assault the palate with two widely divergent extremities of taste and then bring on the spirit. Anyway, the definition of what is curious can shift as a culture evolves and accepts initially confronting culinary ideas from other cultures. It's certainly happened here in the last 25 years. The idea of eating raw fish would have been highly curious in 1979, not so now. Two curious tastes in Finland. (1) Sweet biscuits served at breakfast, like Arnotts biscuits, even with pink icing. We eat sweet things at breakfast but somehow we have to wait for "morning tea" for biscuits. We're the curious ones when you think about it. (2) Salty liquorice. Yum. |
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Oct 18, 2004 6:32:43 GMT 10
Post by Kenny on Oct 18, 2004 6:32:43 GMT 10
So it's 6.30am. ABC Kids isn't on yet.
Bennie's cursing me because I took a Toys-R-Us catalogue (damn mailman!) offa him - he gets his peepers into on of those things and all we get is a litany of "I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want."
What to do?
Hmmmm - I know! I'll give him a coupla chocolate bikkies.
When Deb arises, and accuses me of replacing the trash in his head with crap in his gob, I can say: "It's OK darling - they do it in Finland. Mark told me so!"
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Oct 18, 2004 9:36:29 GMT 10
Post by isaacs on Oct 18, 2004 9:36:29 GMT 10
I think pickles, honey and (especially) Vodka is more likely to shut him up (but don't quote me to Deb on that one)
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Oct 21, 2004 14:46:20 GMT 10
Post by Kenny on Oct 21, 2004 14:46:20 GMT 10
Frozen chocolate - the finer the quality the better.
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