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I would have had it ready by Monday except the bananas weren't ripe until yesterday, and then I forgot all my butter was in the freezer, and I would have been awake until 3am baking this thing, which I am too old (but not as old as Kevin, ha ha!) to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake part? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt; delicious&lt;/span&gt;.  The frosting?  Blech.  Seriously, do yourself a favor and make this cake, but use cream cheese frosting instead.  The sweetness of the bananas and the cake (I might actually cut down the sugar to half a cup the next time I make this) really need the tang that only cream cheese can provide.  We ended up scraping off the top layer of frosting and eating our slices with a side of peanut butter, which was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;Scant 1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 stick (4 ounces) unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 large egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup mashed ripe banana (1 1/2 large), plus 2 large bananas, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;3 large egg whites &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Preheat the oven to 325°. Butter a 9-inch round cake pan and line it with parchment paper; butter the parchment paper. Dust the pan all over with flour, tapping out any excess. In a medium bowl, whisk the flour with the baking powder, baking soda and salt.&lt;br /&gt;   2. In a large bowl, using a handheld electric mixer, beat the butter and sugar at medium-high speed until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Beat in the egg yolks and vanilla extract. Add the mashed bananas and beat the mixture until smooth. Add half of the dry ingredients and beat at low speed until the batter is moistened. Beat in half of the buttermilk, then add the remaining dry ingredients and the remaining buttermilk.&lt;br /&gt;   3. In a medium bowl, beat the egg whites at medium-high speed until firm peaks form. Beat one-fourth of the egg whites into the batter at low speed. Using a rubber spatula, fold in the rest of the whites until no streaks remain. Scrape the batter into the prepared pan and smooth the top. Bake the cake for about 40 minutes, until the top is golden and springy and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean; the top will be very slightly cracked. Let cool in the pan for 15 minutes, then invert the cake onto a rack to cool completely. Peel off the parchment paper.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Using a large serrated knife, cut the cake horizontally into 3 layers. Place the top layer, cut side up on a cake plate and spread with frosting. Arrange half of the bananas in a single layer on the frosting. Top with the middle cake layer. Cover the layer with more frosting and top with the remaining bananas. Cover with the bottom cake layer, cut side down, and frost the top. Refrigerate the cake for at least 30 minutes before serving. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(We skipped that part!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803716-7836391053515369505?l=starchmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qM0I33hPYFVOt2KuFFUukznkpPw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qM0I33hPYFVOt2KuFFUukznkpPw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~4/Uv7zYInOVig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~3/Uv7zYInOVig/things-i-am-currently-loving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/2959049944_c199894b5c_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starchmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-i-am-currently-loving.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803716.post-8767513718933079970</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T12:30:38.607-07:00</atom:updated><title>Atlanta split pea soup</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pq2jZVzakPU/SPzZvt39OJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7UoR77vqFY4/s1600-h/DSC04223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pq2jZVzakPU/SPzZvt39OJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7UoR77vqFY4/s200/DSC04223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259317878653270162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this soup actually has nothing to do with Atlanta except for the fact that I bought the smoked turkey neck at &lt;a href="http://www.dekalbfarmersmarket.com/"&gt;Your Dekalb Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt;, a delightful place near my brother's apartment where my mother and I oohed and aahed over the large variety of spices and meats and grains.  I went there twice in three days (the first time with my brother to buy the many items my mother needed to cook and freeze food for the next four years my brother is in med school and the second time because my mother was jealous we went without her) and brought back smoked turkey neck, weisswurst, extra virgin coconut oil, celery seed, and whole wheat cream cheese croissants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soup turned out delicious, although the turkey neck smelled a lot better than it actually tasted, which was like plain old turkey neck.  So next time I make this I'll probably use ham hocks.  Maybe my brother could bring me back some when he comes home for thanksgiving??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1 carrot, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 celery stalks, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a 6 quart dutch oven, saute these ingredients with a little olive oil until they are shiny and smell really good.  Then add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 three-inch pieces of smoked turkey neck&lt;br /&gt;0.5 tsp smoked paprika&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp celery seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute another minute or so.  Then add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cup dried split peas&lt;br /&gt;6 cups water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a boil, then lower the heat and simmer for half an hour, partially covered.  Start checking to see if the peas are getting cooked/mushy.  Once they are done, you can fish out the turkey necks and shred the meat into the soup.  You can also leave the soup chunky or use a stick blender.  The soup will seem too runny, but it will thicken up a lot as it cools down.  Add salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 4 servings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803716-8767513718933079970?l=starchmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XbEndwGZlm5VHtLBIUZ4ml5iFR4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XbEndwGZlm5VHtLBIUZ4ml5iFR4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~4/MSl5W6h5NRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~3/MSl5W6h5NRA/atlanta-split-pea-soup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pq2jZVzakPU/SPzZvt39OJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7UoR77vqFY4/s72-c/DSC04223.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starchmouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/atlanta-split-pea-soup.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803716.post-3270922809548563552</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T15:39:33.145-07:00</atom:updated><title>The difference between men and women...</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/starchmouse/2942155921/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2942155921_79e8199ece_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/starchmouse/"&gt;starchmouse&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday night Kevin and I met up with Matt and Chari, who had a baby girl in December.  They now live in the same town as my parents, so when we went out there to set up my dad's Wii and Wii Fit, we all met up for dinner at Bo's Barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a mere $25, you get a whole lot of meat (links, brisket, and super yummy ribs), sweet potato, salad, bread, and some sort of potato thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that was all very delicious, the REAL star of the evening was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pq2jZVzakPU/SPUdY99ea3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xYAaDGv2vck/s1600-h/sierra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pq2jZVzakPU/SPUdY99ea3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xYAaDGv2vck/s320/sierra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257140454811396978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(from Matt and Chari's camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at that smile?  Is she not the cutest most adorable thing you've ever seen??  She is just starting to walk, and toddled around, making everybody in the restaurant fall in love with her.  Kevin and I could not believe how happy and social she was, and basically talked about how cute she is the entire way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is now where the fundamental difference between men and women comes into play...the following is an actual conversation that happened, but names have been changed to protect the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You know, being around such a cute and happy and well-behaved baby like that makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ...that you can't wait to have one of your own??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Uh, actually, that I'm GLAD I don't have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803716-3270922809548563552?l=starchmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Having had a rather large snack at 3pm then promptly falling asleep, I was neither alert nor hungry by the time our 7:45pm reservation rolled around.  But reading the menu perked me right up so we dug in to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Marinated Local Anchovies&lt;br /&gt;flageolet &amp; gigante beans - levain breadcrumbs - scallions -&lt;br /&gt;cherry tomatoes - pickled fennel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could eat pickled fennel all day long.  Actually, any form of fennel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Mary's Half Chicken&lt;br /&gt;summer succotash of white beans - cranberry beans -&lt;br /&gt;corn - summer squash - salsa verde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savory Bread Pudding&lt;br /&gt;heirloom tomatoes - garlic confit - swiss - oregano &lt;br /&gt;with roasted summer squash - mixed greens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this so much, I'm going to marry it.  You're all invited to the wedding.  Except for the fig tart we had for dessert.  What a letdown to an otherwise wonderful meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, there was a couple sitting next to us who, based on their awkward conversation, appeared to be on a first date of some sort.  Except the guy was wearing this really awful hat.  Like, Robin Hood awful.  That's fine if you want to dress like one of his Merry Men, but on a first date??  Really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I've been so tired is that this last weekend I flew to Wisconsin for a huge family reunion.  It was awesome to be able to see everybody, catch up, and slide down The Hurricane (twice) at America's largest waterpark, but getting there was a bit of an ordeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 am - leave house to get to airport&lt;br /&gt;5 am - arrive airport&lt;br /&gt;6:20 am - don't make flight to Chicago because it is overbooked&lt;br /&gt;8:50 am - don't make flight to Chicago because it is overbooked&lt;br /&gt;9:59 am - don't make flight to Chicago because it is overbooked&lt;br /&gt;10:15 am - decide to double-list ourselves for both Chicago and Denver. Dad waits at gate 81, mom and I wait at gate 89.&lt;br /&gt;10:50 am - Mom and I are instructed to wait by the gate in case we get on the Chicago flight, which is supposed to leave at 10:49am but has been delayed to noon.&lt;br /&gt;11:10 am - Dad calls, we made it on the Denver flight, mom and I sprint to gate 81&lt;br /&gt;3:10 pm - arrive Denver at gate B32. Need to make it to gate B88 by 3:25. Run really fast. Realize I am super out of shape, but cut myself slack because I am wearing three-inch heels&lt;br /&gt;3:23 pm - arrive at gate, but they won't let us get on the plane. Next flight to Madison, WI is at 9:20 pm. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, in Atlanta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pm (eastern time) - Brother arrives at airport&lt;br /&gt;5:15 pm - Brother realizes he relinquished his MA driver's license to get a GA one, and now has no government-issued photo ID, just a temporary license.&lt;br /&gt;5:16 pm - Brother drives to apartment in crazy rush hour traffic to get passport. Once at home, looks at mail, and there is his new driver's license. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm - Brother nervously high-tails it through ATL (ie, worst EVER) security line to make his 7pm flight.&lt;br /&gt;6:45 pm - Brother finds out flight is delayed, and will get him to O'Hare at 9:12 pm. His flight to Madison leaves at 9:13 pm. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, his flight was delayed so he arrived safe and sound.  Our flight was also delayed, so we stumbled into the airport at around 1:30am.  The super nice Hertz guy was waiting for us, and we got into our rental car and drove to Wisconsin Dells.  After about 24 hours of fun with the fam, we left at 2:45am to make our 5:15am flight out of Madison back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803716-5967463535070212921?l=starchmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zdn4XBe_6pZB5REPOotZbeRpW54/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zdn4XBe_6pZB5REPOotZbeRpW54/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~4/lyfb74ArNr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~3/lyfb74ArNr8/road-trip-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2822086024_d1f954bc70_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starchmouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-trip-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803716.post-8932328553654345439</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T19:58:38.837-07:00</atom:updated><title>Road trip, part 1</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/starchmouse/2821231357/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2821231357_5f782d4d90_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/starchmouse/"&gt;starchmouse&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I picked up Liv from Caltrain at 9am and then we went in search of Dynamo Donuts.  I had read somewhere about its maple apple bacon donut, and thought it fitting to start our roadtrip with these in our bellies.  Thanks to my stubbornness ("we don't need to use the GPS!  I live here!") it took us awhile to find it.  We found a parking spot and walked up and down the block looking for it.  Unfortunately, we had parked right in front of it, but seeing as it was CLOSED and it is a tiny storefront with a teeny tiny sign, we completely missed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, &lt;a href="http://starchmouse.blogspot.com/2007/03/st-francis-fountain.html"&gt;our place&lt;/a&gt; was right across the street.  Fortified with pancakes and a fried egg sandwich, we headed back to my place, because, of course, I had forgotten something.  Finally, on the road!  We headed up 101.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv had a Coastal California guidebook, and as we were approaching Leggett, saw that we were not far from a drive-thru tree.  Let's drive through a tree!  That must be pretty special.  Turns out...not really!  There are tons of drive-thru trees along 101.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, we still had the Avenue of Giants to look forward to.  We stopped at several places to walk around and take in the yummy-smelling air.  We also learned quite a bit about old-growth redwoods in general, thanks to the brochures provided and our ability to read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided that perhaps we should look for a place to sleep for the night.  Out comes the GPS.  We are in Trinidad, and pull into the first "motel" we see - a collection of small cottages.  They had one available for the night, but alas, the advertised free wireless internet was only available at the bar. (??!!)  I needed to email a cover letter and buy plane tickets to Atlanta but didn't feel comfortable doing this while drinking a Stella (and possibly spilling it all over my precious MacBook), so we pulled out our phones to call a few other places.  Thank god we did - Liv had a very nice conversation with one hotel that strongly suggested we NOT stay at our current location.  Looking back, it did kinda look like a place where somebody would bring strippers to to murder them.  So we ended up at the Trinidad Inn, a cute cozy place that thankfully we could afford since Liv and I are not squeamish about sharing a full-size bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being two girls on a road trip, we decided to not sit down for a proper dinner but forage instead.  That's how we ended up eating yogurt, snap peas, string cheese, and donuts for dinner.  There's nothing more comfy than traveling with an old friend. :)  As I tapped away on my computer (round trip tickets to Atlanta, $289 on United, are you kidding me???) we watched What a Girl Wants on the Oxygen network (or, the Oh!) then settled in for bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803716-8932328553654345439?l=starchmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qb2-WkI-cQwpriRA9vlKyMzoDOw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qb2-WkI-cQwpriRA9vlKyMzoDOw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~4/NMEwLf1VJaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LetMeEatBread/~3/NMEwLf1VJaM/my-brother-is-mean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anne)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://starchmouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brother-is-mean.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803716.post-2922783149023152821</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T17:39:07.167-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Omnivore's Hundred, or, my very first meme (um, what's a meme?)</title><description>So here goes, with additional commentary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten. (I also italicized, since my weak eyes can't tell the difference between bold and not-bold.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.  (I'm about to get a PhD, yet can't figure out how to do this on blogger.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at &lt;a href="http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk"&gt;www.verygoodtaste.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; linking to your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Venison (Should have rectified this when I went to Texas)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea (Does a fabulous nettle pizza from Chez Panisse count??)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Huevos rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Steak tartare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Carp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Borscht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baba ghanoush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Calamari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I wish I had started eating this sooner.  My parents would always order it but I would get claypot rice.  Gah!)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PB&amp;J sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Um, hi, peanut butter??)&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aloo gobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Epoisses  (I probably have had this and didn't know it)&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black truffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Thank you Italy!)&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Steamed pork buns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pistachio ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fresh wild berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Foie gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brawn, or head cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (And I enjoyed it immensely, so there!)&lt;br /&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper (Even the cooked stuff makes me nervous, but next time I find it, it will be done...)&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dulce de leche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Homemade!)&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oysters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagna cauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wasabi peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (If you ever visit me in San Francisco, we will definitely eat this...)&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Salted lassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (In Singapore, of all places)&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar (Both separately, but never together.  Might be difficult now that I know what a cigar tastes like...)&lt;br /&gt;37. Clotted cream tea (Need to do this soon...)&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (This was my very first foray into college drinking...)&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oxtail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (My favorite "mom food" when I'm sick)&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Curried goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whole insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Ew ew ew ew ew....the smell of steaming silkworm cocoons is permanently imprinted in my brain)&lt;br /&gt;43. Phaal (Spicier than vindaloo??  Sign me up!)&lt;br /&gt;44. Goat’s milk (Interesting, just goat yogurt and goat cheese, but never goat milk...)&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (It was a tiny sip)&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (At Tsukiji? But my lips did not tingle...)&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sea urchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Abalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I want to try diving for them one day)&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;McDonald’s Big Mac Meal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I ate this at least twice a week while studying in Germany - next time I go I gotta get one of the boards to make them)&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dirty gin martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beer above 8% ABV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (My first was a horrid french concoction called 9X, but five years later I had a lovely glass of Dogfish Head 90 min IPA)&lt;br /&gt;59. Poutine (But I really really want to...)&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Carob chips&lt;/span&gt; (Not by choice though...)&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;S’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweetbreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Kaolin (You can eat this??  I've had it on my face....)&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Currywurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Specifically not allowed on public transportation in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Frogs’ legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Better not get started on my love for fried dough....)&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haggis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (It was here though...my dad's had the real deal in Edinburgh)&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fried plantain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chitterlings, or andouillette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Caviar and blini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Louche absinthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Gjetost, or brunost (Although I'm told I would &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this)&lt;br /&gt;75. Roadkill (Unless I didn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it was roadkill...)&lt;br /&gt;76. Baijiu (Nope, but have had all incarnations of sake and soju)&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (One of the first things I bought when I moved out of the house, because I could.  I never ate another...)&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lapsang souchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (My favorite is the Men's Pocky.  A box of this was in every college care package my mom sent me...)&lt;br /&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.  (When I graduate, who would like to take me to French Laundry??)&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kobe beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goulash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Horse (But I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; ate horse sushi in Japan)&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Criollo chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Richart counts, right?  Or do I need to visit Switzerland?)&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (And I love it, too, dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Rose harissa&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Catfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mole poblano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bagel and lox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor (I have had one lobster my entire life.  What can I say?  I'm a California girl who loves Dungeness crab...)&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;br /&gt;100. Snake (Cross this out!  Thanks to my snake phobia, the very thought of putting snake meat in my mouth is making my heart race and eyes tear up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...82 down, 17 to go?  I'll pretty much try anything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803716-2922783149023152821?l=starchmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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