All things exquisite* are disgusting when you first try them. – ELV
We’ve all been there. You’re at lunch with a group of colleagues, or invite someone into your home for a bite. Everyone’s salivating over the menu or parsing the finer points of your ouefs Escoffier fourée a la Parmigiana when someone (usually a guy) says something like “I don’t eat seafood,” or starts sniffing some unfamiliar dish as if it was designed to kill him. When this happens ladies and gentlemen, you have run smack dab into the “Yummy Phase,” and the socially stunted palate pygmies who are consumed by their childish food fears and infantile eating obsessions.
Adam Carrolla — a comedian possessing a keen eye for social absurdities and truckloads of common sense — rightly explains this retarded reversion (to insisting upon foods that appealed to you when you were ten years old) to a sense of entitlement on par with sitting in a high chair and wailing about wanting more ice cream.
We practically tripped over this sign today as we were walking downtown at lunch.
Needless to say, we were appalled.
The following are soooo five minutes ago:
– Swipes of sauce
– Schmears of sauce
– Dots of sauce
– Squeeze-bottles of sauce
– Under-sauced everything
– Artfully sauced anything
– “Gastrique” anywhere
– Any phrase for a sauce that doesn’t include the word “sauce”