I often am reading blogs around the web. I follow maybe two dozen every day. They don’t post ever day but when they do I follow them. I have recently started reading some cooking blogs. I would bet that there are as many cooking blogs as all other blogs put together. (If you don’t count blogs about how to create a successful blog.) One of the blogs that I do read recently visited a restaurant in New York. You know that kind of place they are talking about. One that doesn’t have prices on the menu and when you get your bill you just pay it with looking. But really is some where in the range of a hundred bucks a plate. The kind of place they make fun of on cartoons because of the portion size. They ordered Poularde de bresse en vessie which turns out to be chicken cooked in a pig’s bladder. You heard me right. You take a pig’s bladder clean it out, put a bunch of chicken in it with a few spices and use it to steam cook the chicken. This causes the bladder to fill up like a balloon. Which is how it is server.
I’m sure there is some guy in Europe somewhere that thinks this isn’t all that crazy. They eat like that every Sunday. You just kill yourself a pig on Tuesday and save the innards Fill said innards on Sunday and your good to go. Where I come from in no where towns Utah this isn’t how it is done. We might eat some crazy things here, you know like pizza and wings from the local wingers. But we don’t pay a hundred bucks a head to eat something that is cooked in the pee holder of a pig. Nope not me.
Why do big time restaurants feel they have to do this. Didn’t they learn anything from ratatouille? (The one with the rats.) People want food from there childhood. Things that remind them of there mom, not something that reminds them of how crazy other people must be. Give me some great corn chowder, or a good meat loaf and I am in heaven. A little sushi is about as adventurous we need to get in my house. Then again a few of the things we do eat might not be your cup of tea ether. I guess we all have our own tastes and are a little crazy in what we eat and wont eat. So next time your coming over to my place make sure you got your pigs bladders ready to go. Because we are having Poularde de bresse en vessie at our place and you have to bring the bladder.
Posted by Jeremy at Saturday, February 6, 2010