Monday, 3 October 2005 03:31 pm
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deckardcanineYesterday at lunch, I had shrimp ramen. It was like any other time, until I absently reached for the pepper and almost grabbed the sugar and cinnamon. I was amused.
Then I thought, Hmmmm. And sprinkled some halfway thru the bowl.
If you read John Steinbeck's light-hearted novel Cannery Row, you may remember that Doc drank so much beer that one onlooker told him he'd someday order a beer milkshake. Doc didn't laugh it off; he couldn't get it out of his head. So one day he went to a town where nobody knew him and casually ordered a beer milkshake, claiming it was doctor's orders for...some nine-syllabled condition ending in "-ectomy." The barmaid bought his story. When he tried it, it wasn't bad: "just stale beer and milk." He claimed to have been drinking it for 17 years, to explain why it didn't disgust him.
Anyway, back to my cinnamon shrimp ramen. If a beer milkshake tastes like just beer and milk, then this tasted like just cinnamon and shrimp ramen. I didn't expect the sensation to be so...segregated. The condiment neither ruined nor improved the soup for me. Maybe I should have stirred in a good portion?
This was a lunchtime between two experimental dinners for me: grouper with pepper ragout at a new Spanish restaurant, and homemade fondue. Personally, I prefer gustatory experiments on my own terms. I may have to get creative again for a while.
Then I thought, Hmmmm. And sprinkled some halfway thru the bowl.
If you read John Steinbeck's light-hearted novel Cannery Row, you may remember that Doc drank so much beer that one onlooker told him he'd someday order a beer milkshake. Doc didn't laugh it off; he couldn't get it out of his head. So one day he went to a town where nobody knew him and casually ordered a beer milkshake, claiming it was doctor's orders for...some nine-syllabled condition ending in "-ectomy." The barmaid bought his story. When he tried it, it wasn't bad: "just stale beer and milk." He claimed to have been drinking it for 17 years, to explain why it didn't disgust him.
Anyway, back to my cinnamon shrimp ramen. If a beer milkshake tastes like just beer and milk, then this tasted like just cinnamon and shrimp ramen. I didn't expect the sensation to be so...segregated. The condiment neither ruined nor improved the soup for me. Maybe I should have stirred in a good portion?
This was a lunchtime between two experimental dinners for me: grouper with pepper ragout at a new Spanish restaurant, and homemade fondue. Personally, I prefer gustatory experiments on my own terms. I may have to get creative again for a while.
