Culinary no-no began on Father’s Day 2007, a beautiful summer day, when I wrote about grilling brats. And eating brats. And topping those brats. I was inspired by my wife, Jennifer who, in my admittedly unscientific opinion, ruins brats by squirting ketchup on them. Other dining taboos quickly came to mind. The original idea was to take this concept only a few months, till the end of summer and then pull the plug. Then the unexpected happened. People started reading Culinary no-no. Lots of folks. So we keep doing the no-no.
Imagine the worst food in the world. You’d probably quickly think of…
Granted it’s not all bad. But the reputation of British eating being ungodly unappetizing has been earned and is solid granite.
Doesn’t matter if it’s the holiday season.
What is wrong with those supposedly classy folks.
The world believes their food is raunchy. Must they bend over backwards to prove it?
On a few occasions on Culinary no-no I’ve quoted a great philosopher who hailed from Milwaukee.
In one “Happy Days” episode Fonzie remarked about ketchup and ice cream. When they’re separated, AYYYYY.
But put them together…
Makes sense to me.
Professional chef and master baker from the UK Gareth Mason has concocted a yuletide pie that he has dubbed a ‘northerner’s best Christmas present.’
See if you agree.
I’ll bet you don’t.