The topic for this week's "The Taste" was guilty pleasures.
For me it would be warm bread pudding with bourbon sauce, cappuccino cheese cake and toasted pound cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, topped with hot fudge sauce. On the savory side it would be fried chicken, Brie LT with thick sliced bacon sandwich.
What are your guilty pleasures?
For unknown reasons, when I have not eaten well or have been dieting, I want fried chicken. I desire and long for it. Have no idea why, unless I long for the grease, flesh and salt. Fried chicken is a guilty pleasure for me too.
Eating real good Mexican is a guilty pleasure for me as well. An occasional frozen custard is a pleasure, especially in the warm months. I can't do that more than once or twice a season.
A snatched piece of Halloween candy, and Christmas cookies are other major guilty pleasures for me.
Another rare one, really rare, is an old fashioned milkshake or malt.
Hot fudge sundae with good quality vanilla ice cream and fudge topped with whipped cream and nuts;
Pistachio ice cream sundae with hot butterscotch sauce;
Spaghetti with good homemade meaty spaghetti sauce;
Grilled cheese with tomato;
Good fried whole belly clams or clam cakes, preferably at the beach
I have to say I don't feel "guilty" eating anything though. Sometimes I eat cookies for a meal and don't think twice about it.
Not sure why your average person would feel guilty after a meal. You wanted it, it tasted good, you ate it, story's over. Unless you like binge eat several thousand calories' worth of pizza at a time, I don't see the need for shame. And even if you did, if it wasn't killing you (via obesity, diabetes, heart disease, etc.) I still don't see the problem.
Maybe because I'm Greek and we take the "everything in moderation" approach to food.
fried chicken livers and gizzards
smoked pork knuckle with horseradish
canned Vienna sausage
bacon, tomato, cheese sandwich on white toast with slab bacon
uncooked country ham slices with a side of whole milk
maida heatter's chocolate mousse
For actual guilty pleasures, as in ones I'd be embarrassed to admit to in public, I'd go with Kraft Dinner, eaten straight from the pot, with a chaser of a can of coke, frozen bacon, condensed cream of mushroom soup eated un-diluted, fried spam, canned ravioli, whipped cream from a can, sprayed into a bowl, drizzled with Baileys and eaten with a spoon, and Dairy Queen marshmallow sundaes.
On the posher side, buying a pack of salmon roe at the upscale grocery and eating it it straight up for dinner, one egg at a time.
Things like ice cream sundaes, fried chicken etc. I don't have too often, but I am not at all guilty about eating them.
TGWII: Take that salmon roe and spoon it into half of a ripe avocado. The colour combination is brilliant, and the flavour is incredible. Works well with sea urchin roe, too. Before you assemble, score the avocado flesh with a sharp knife and drizzle in a bit of ponzu and let it marinate for a few hours.
At a kaitenzushi in Tokyo, I recently came upon an avocado + spicy mentaiko maki. It was added to the favorites list in one fell gulp.
I haven't seen that particular combo at kaitenzushi before, so if anyone's interested, the restaurant was in Jimbocho.
Oh, I forget about biscuits! Hot with a big pat of butter for each side.
I'm not sure if it is just the right of the cook, but it is nice to lick the beaters (and the bowl and the spatula) after frosting a cake. That piece of crisp turkey skin that you nip is just another perquisite.
If anyone's truly interested in the topic, there are hundreds of thoughts from 'hounds on this thread:
As to me, I'll add to what I have posted on that and the other threads of this ilk over the years. I'll go to 7-11, buy a bag of Dorito's, pop open the top, and fill the bag with their nacho cheese sauce and a big scoop of jalapeños. Add beer and let it all go . . . .
I'm also pretty solid sitting with a chub of sausage or liver pate, a knife, and some bread while watching College football.
Oh, and the bark/fat from the shoulder just after I pull it from the offset.
Okay, so I feel a little guilty about eating a lot of foods, but I'm going to limit my list to the foods that I think are just so bad, that I really do only eat them maybe once every few months.
All fried foods
5 Guys Burgers
Thai (but I have this once every couple weeks anyways)
Quesadilla Explosion salad from Chilis
Ordering dessert out at a restaurant
And lastly, I'll add that I'm pretty strict on portion controlling, so anytime I go out to eat at a restaurant and stuff myself by sharing an app, having a soup or salad, and an entrée (even if I don't finish the entrée) is a guilty pleasure of mine.
The tapping the from brightly shined shoes echoed off the marble floor as the man in the dark suit walked briskly down the hallway. He reached the door, grabbed the knob and slowly turned it clockwise. As the door opened, he could see the wretched soul sitting at the table, face buried in his palms.
The man in the dark suit came in, dropped the thick folder on the table with a thud and took a seat.
“So” he began “are you another bum just like all others I’ve seen before? Tell me how you’re different. What’s your story?”
Silence, followed by just the hint of a sigh.
“Tell me what you did.”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. I DIDN’T TOUCH NOTHING!”
The man in the dark suit opened up the folder. He picked up the sheet at the top. He begins to read from it.
“So it says here last Friday night, you were seen leaving through the back door of an apartment building in SoMa.” He threw a photo on to the table. “Is that you?”
“I didn’t do anything” he whispered, the muffled sound barely audible.
“We had an informer inside. At your little secret underground gathering. Didn’t know that did you?”
Eyes grow wider as he peers through his hands. Pulse flicks up just a bit. “I didn’t …”
“You didn’t what? Do you want me to show you more pictures? You took them yourself! Stupid kids. You go around with these phones. Smart phones! Hah! Should call them stupid phones. You all have them. Shows how little you actually know since none of your kind can actually remember or find anything. Always have to look it up. Then you take pictures of yourself doing things that you wouldn’t want your parents to know about. But you capture the event for all of eternity. Like I said, stupid phones, phones for dummies.”
“Guys like you gather in secret and experiment with new things. Try out stuff before anyone even hears about it and you think no one else knows? So tell me about it. What happened.”
“I’m not telling you nothing” the wretch cried out.
“Well then” the suit says “you leave me no choice.”
He takes out a stack of pictures from the folders and begins to flick them on the table one at a time as though he was dealing a round of cards. “These came from your phone.”
“Foie gras with mission dates in a cherry reduction.”
“Uni and foie gras wrapped in nori and flash fried with spiced green tea/szechuan peppercorn dust.
“Mini kobe sliders stuffed with foie gras and onion marmalade.”
“Do you want me to go on?”
“NO, no, no” the wretch sobs. “I’m sorry, so sorry. I couldn’t take it anymore. Everywhere I went, it was sprouts, avocados, colonics, I just snapped. Its all too healthy. Nothing tasted good. I would go to the juice bar and get a bowl of something that looked like grass and not the good kind and it would taste like shit I needed to eat something with flavor. Fat. Forbidden. I had to get a fix, foie. After they outlawed it, its all I could think about. I then heard about this underground restaurant that was doing a foie gras menu. I had to save up my pennies for 3 months. Then I had to find it. I had a friend from college who worked at Google who knew someone from Kleiner Perkins whose sister had used to date the guy who was cooking so I was able to get a ticket. You got me. I’m GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! Are you going to lock me up?”
The suit leaned back in his chair, he opened up an antique sterling silver cigarette box and pulled out an e-rette. He took a long slow drag on it and blew the vapors in the form of rings towards the ceiling.
“I’ve got a deal for you. I don’t have to lock you up. Here’s what you’re gonna do, call the chef, find out when the next dinner is, where it is. Get two tickets. One for you. One for me. You’re buying. ”
Eyes go really wide. But he understood. “Ok. I gotcha. It's a deal. But how did you catch me? I was so careful. You said there was an informer. Can you tell me who it was?
“Sure. Stupid. I was you. You busted yourself. Like I said, you took the pictures with your stupid phone. Put them on twitter. Nice name. Place to find twits.”
I rarely get to eat these because I do not cook them and seldom see them on any menu. Chicken fried steak with the white peppery gravy and mashed potatoes. Breaded fried crispy pork chops with a similar gravy.
Chicken livers dusted in seasoned flour and pan fried.Old fashioned thick cut ham slices from a big baked ham that tastes like ham! Smoked brisket....smoked turkey and Reuben sandwiches.
I was just reminded that some of my food friends got together to do plays on fast food.
I did a play on dipping wendy's fries in the wendy's frosty. I made everything from scratch and the fries were actually salted sweet fried dough.
It was so much fun. Other food there was a Taco Bell Inspired shrimp taco with fire sauce. A grassfed organic take on a Big Mac called Big Mac Donald had a farm.