“It’s so beautifully arranged on the plate – you know someone’s fingers have been all over it.” – Julia Child
Our drilling rig had a caterer supply breakfast to the troops this morning. Said caterer was kind enough to save some breakfast burritos for us. Now, the fly in the ointment is the rather valid concern I have regarding the cleanliness of said caterer. In fact, all caterers.
Sanitation. Cleanliness. Germ free environments. Bio hazards. Nuclear waste.
These are all important buzz words for me. Thus, the appearance and overall vibe said caterer presented upon entering the premises was not good. The poor girl was liberally festooned with a wide assortment of ink and her forced smile reminded me of a chain link fence.
The question for this day and every day is: Would you eat the burritos?
Now I know people who will eat anything. Take my wife for instance. She loves raw oysters. She even likes lima beans.
When I ask her what raw Oysters taste like her response is: You can’t even taste them. Well, if you can’t taste them, then why eat them? Isn’t taste an important ingredient of the dining experience? But I digress.
Back to the breakfast burritos. I can’t help but develop the cooking and preparation timeline of them in my fertile imagination. What I see is not a pleasant site. I will not upset anyone’s delicate psyche with a description.
I will not eat the burritos but I will save them for my wife. She will eat them. With gusto.
I also have this thing about Pot Luck dinners. Pot Luck??????? The moniker should be “Take your chances” or “Do you feel lucky?” “Are your shots current?” “Have you made a will?” “Free Tums at the end of the line.”
This aversion to eating anything not prepared in my sight by people I know and trust seems to be turning me into a Howard Hughes type. So they say. Possibly a billion dollars is in my future.
“I love Thanksgiving turkey…it’s the only time in Los Angeles that you see natural breasts.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger