|Interesting article... Refined and yet raw at the same time.|
My dad would love it; he's half Italian, and he always drove us insane with cooking and guilting us into eating... He used to make this one dish... it's a soup... with olive oil, anchovies, broccoli and linguine. And oh yeah, romano cheese. He hated parmesan; said it was too bland.
As much as I like this kind of food, my own personal tastes lean toward Japanese and Thai cooking, because they don't include milk products, and I'm violently allergic to dairy... the cow's milk protein casein, actually. And they find a way to slip casein into everything, even "non-dairy" foods, the bastards.
And you know, I've never had a truffle. But I've heard they're supposed to be good.
Speaking of truffles, Dr. Drew and Adam Corolla did a rant about words that don't sound like what they really are. A black fungus that grows underground and pigs dig up, you shouldn't think be called a "truffle". The pig sniffs it out, is given a cookie instead, and then later on gets its throat cut and fed along with what it sniffed out underground... some thanks. *L* But anyways, when you hear the word "truffle", you think of something light and flakey, not this whole scene.
"Garnishing" your wages is another such term. They made me laugh when they said something like, "Hey, you know, that word 'garnish' sounds so great... I don't know about you, but if someone asked me if they could 'garnish' my wages, I'd be like, sure... a little parsley, a curly ribbon of radish; sure, put me down. Garnish my wages".
Both terms are pretty words to describe a macabre scene.
(Edited by Orion Reasoner on 8/18, 6:30pm)