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When I was looking for the recipe for last night’s delightful meal recommendation, I ran across this classic seafood mousse dish that I thought would just be wonderful for all of you who are cooking a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner for your special someone.
Let me know if this helps make your day extra special.
* Not actually officially sanctioned by LGM. Or really, anyone.
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You didn’t used canned salmon, did you?
[Satisfied?]
gotta love the smile
And sometimes ya gotta laugh or just start screaming.
The eyes! The horrible, horrible eyes!
Hmmm, it seems like a good alternative to pancakes.
If the pancakes were covered in goat vomit.
That picture is going to haunt my nightmares.
Who wants to eat the head?
With that smile? How could you?
You could always take it out to see a movie.
And you won’t have to pay to get it in.
And it’ll never be seen drinking cappuccino in Italian resturaunts, with Oriental women
Put it on a stick and eat it like a corn dog.
Only if you batter and deep fry it first.
I’m sensing a new booth for the MN State Fair.
Or in Texas.
Or Scotland, which has the Munchy box that doubles as something you’d feed to people climbing Mt. Everest, nutritionally speaking:
And a couple three pints to wash it down.
Thank you, but I don’t remember eating any part of it (except the olives).
My Gran always made this, or a very similar tuna mousse for her Toastmistress Club meetings (maybe I was too little to go along). I still have her mold and all I could think of to do with it was make a cranberry fish at Thanksgiving.
Eat it? I’m afraid to close my fucking eyes right now.
Choo choo!
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Hey, man, you don’t talk to the Professor. You listen to him. The man’s enlarged my mind. He’s a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean, sometimes he’ll, uh, well, you’ll say “Hello” to him, right? And he’ll just walk right by you, and he won’t even notice you. And suddenly he’ll grab you, and he’ll throw you in a corner, and he’ll say “Do you know that ‘if’ is the middle word in life? ‘If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you’…” – I mean, I’m no, I can’t – I’m a little man, I’m a little man, he’s, he’s a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas…
Now I just have to gain 150 lbs and flush my career down the toilet and I’m totally set.
Includes your own private Pacific island!*
*While supplies last.
Nobody puts Professor in a corner
When you look into the a-fish, the a-fish also looks into you.
Apparently carrot strips for the orange lines, and sliced olives (with pimento?) for the eyes . . .
That’s what makes it a salad. (I’m pretty sure that even in 1973, this didn’t qualify as a soup.)
Are we feeling a bit Lileks lately?
Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
Excellent.
Anyway, we delivered the belly bomb.
I don’t…because why would anyone-I mean whatthefuck is that fucking thing
I knew you’d regret saying last night’s post was the most horrible thing you’d ever seen or whatever.
I’M SORRY MAKE IT STOP ITBURNS
Wait a minute, are you planning a series?
Because there’s still a court in the Hague for people who do things like that.
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Reminds me of the “hot-dog stew” soup I was once served by a friend: same thing as oyster stew, except substitute sliced hot dogs for oysters. Basically hot dog slices floating in warm, lightly seasoned milk. I think that nothing I’ve ever been served as a guest has tested my manners to the extent that this soup did. (Yes, I ate most of it; it was horrible.)
Can’t sleep… fish clown will eat me…
I assume that steak tartare would be served molded into the shape of a calf.
Come to think of it, we have a brain mold lying around somewhere.
“But … it’s … smiling at us!”
This is just wrong. I was wiling to try the bannana and ham thing and it didn’t hurt (too much). Now this. I think you’re angry at us or something.
I’m not looking forward to the desert recipes.
Hmmm. Am I the only one who finds that recipe entirely unobjectionable? I wager that if waiter at a trendy restaurant served a slice of it on toast and called it the amuse bouche, no small number of you would enjoy it, if not single it out for praise in your yelp review.
“Entirely” unobjectionable would be going a little far for me, but I’d *much* sooner eat this than the “bananas benedict” recipe from yesterday. In fact, I wouldn’t really have any qualms about trying it if it were made with decent Italian tuna. Fresh herbs would also be preferable to the dried.
I’d *much* sooner eat this than the “bananas benedict” recipe from yesterday
I think all right-thinking people can agree that hollandaise sauce from a mix is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord.
You only know that if you read the Talmud’s discussion on kashrut.
…it wouldn’t be a fish-shaped lump with a fucking smiley face.
Presentation counts.
Now imagine you’re hung over, and somebody puts THAT in your face and then shakes the platter a little, so it wiggles.
SPEW-O-RAMA. Perhaps coincidentally, also the first ingredient in the “mousse”.
Perhaps coincidentally, also the first ingredient
I don’t see the problem here. There is a long and perfectly respectable tradition of cooking with gelatin.
Perhaps coincidentally, also the first ingredient
I tried to reply to this, but my comment got eaten. Anyway, gelatin is a perfectly honorable ingredient. Google “Sülze” or “Galareta”. Or “chaud-froid”, a dish that originated with Carême, the father of grande cuisine.
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