Yes, I'll Have Dessert. Hold the Meat, Please.
WARNING Carnivores: beware all ye who enter here.
Vegans and Vegetarians, you will be more deeply committed to your eating habits after reading this post.
I only recently started watching the Food Network show Iron Chef, and saw one last night (way late, through bleary-eyed insomnia) with a challenge involving "Steak Skirt" I mean "Skirt Steak." Try saying that five times fast.
First, I don't care how many times that Good Eats dude says skirt steak is flavorful and blah and blahddy, blah, blah.
It's tough.
And cheap. And cheap because it's tough.
What really shocked me was the *chef* who made Frozen Beef Bone Marrow Crème Brûlée as an accoutrement for the main course.
Gagging yet?
But wait.
The dessert course was Meat. Ice. Cream.
Let that sink in a moment.
Ice cream
assaulted
with meat flavor.
I'm no gourmet, but I do consider myself a gourmand.
And an omnivore.
And a risk-taker.
But no thanks on the meat in my dessert.
Frankly, I was so disgusted that I immediately tromped to the kitchen, scooped some Mint-Chip ice cream into a bowl and consoled it.
Uh huh. Ice cream consoler. That's me.
There are no calories when consoling food.
Only when food consoles you, right?
Especially if it's a late night consolation session.
Calories eaten in the name of food integrity do not count.
