Sometimes, you just know that it's not going to work out.
You have that gut feeling. But you still give your best shot. Try to be open minded and all that.
That being said, I think I have confirmed another food aversion.
Shredded coconut, check. Little black raisins, check. Canned beet, check. Green bell peppers, check. Sardines, double check. These items have a pretty solid ranking on my "things that can stay the heck away from me" list.
I tried so hard to wrap my head around the concept of sardine rillettes. A part of me was glad that we were tackling this one now. Swallow the bitter pill quickly, rip off the bandage, and all that.
So I went grocery shopping. Figured I would buy the most expensive tins of sardines that the store had. My inner voice told me that this was bound to be bad enough, why doom it from the start by buying the 99 cent can instead of the 3.49$ can. I debated whether to buy one tin for a half recipe or both for a full recipe. I bought two. Stupid me. I bought two cans.
I was in for it now. Go big or go home. No turning back.
It started out innocently enough. I creamed up the cream cheese. Juiced the limes. Minced the shallots and sliced the scallions. So far, not so scary.
And then, I opened the first can. I caught the visual. Things were not looking good. And then, this horrible smell reached my nose. Oh, Mother of Pearl. The smell. Such a horrifying smell. But I persevered, thinking that it would get better once all everything was mixed together. Citrus juice tends to cover up a world of sins, right?
|Lime hulls help minimize the stench of sardines on your skin. Just sayin'|
So, I pinched the flesh of the first fish and sure enough, there was ooze and little fishy bones that had to come out. Gaaaa. I am sure there is some trick to getting it done neatly, but revulsion was in control, so I just started pinching off what ever would come and stopped caring how much was left on the tail. Oh, it was so gross.
And the stench. The stench - couldn't get it off my hands. I washed and washed and washed - it was like a bad dream. In an act of desperation, I ran the juiced out halves of limes over my hands. It helped. A lot.
It was worse than the naked chicken. And a close tie to the salmon in a jar.
The deed was done. The rillettes were made, covered and placed in the refrigerator to await the final verdict.
I had carefully selected my
Serving the rillettes to them was absolutely not a ploy to punish them for making me eat liver and onions or beets when I was a child. I am a good daughter. I am not vindictive like that.
This was my logic: I figured since they liked liver and onions and stuff like that, they might not hate it as much as I did. I wasn't trying to poison them or scare them or anything.
We all took our obligatory bites of it on a cracker. My mom said the cracker helped (I think that might have been a euphemism). I think my dad did better. I was with my mom - a thank you bit was more than enough for me... My parents will probably never come to eat at my house again - they are probably afraid of what might show up next. Rightfully so. Sometimes, I scare myself.
Now the real surprise came the next day when I stuck the crock of rillettes in front of The Dude and said "try it". I wouldn't tell him what it was. He ate it and went back for seconds. I told him it was sardines. He said that he didn't like sardines but he liked this. Then he started popping pickled grapes on top of the crackers & spread.
Hello, Louis, we finally found a taker.
And that, my friends is the tale of the sardine rillettes. If I ever were to revert to being a vegetarian, this would have been a great time to do so... At the least, it is probably a pretty good indicator that I don't have what it takes to be truly cosmopolitan or a Survior candidate... Bear Grylls, I am not.
This post participate in French Fridays with Dorie. Please check the LYL for "sardine rillettes" to see how everyone else made out. I know I'm pretty curious.
On a random side note, The Karate Kid received her driver's permit today and The Runner Girl takes her road test tomorrow. If the sardines didn't make me nauseous, the thought of both the girls on the road sure does. Sigh.