Here we are again, in memeland. Crafty and cute, (the person, not the blog. The blog is serious, smart and pertinant.) World on a Plate has tagged me for a silly meme:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas...
5. Tag five people to do the same.
CUSTARD CLASS NOTES AND PHOTOS 's fifth sentence read:
"Who will say that custard is not wondrous, mythical, beguiling?"
Custard is so magical. Eggs, which can turn their self-important little backs on us by becoming hard and bouncy, or trick us into thinking all they're good for is an over easy fried blob, are really both the architects and the flying buttresses of the baking/cooking world. Miss an instant in whisking they curdle, treat them with love and affection they give back triple-fold. Lofty meringues, tart yet creamy hollandaise, unctuous buttercream, the simple steaming white orb in an egg cup waiting patiently for your spoon, silk velvet elusive pot de creme, crunchy sable, the impossible fantastic fish quenelle, thick luxurious frozen vanilla flecked custard, the finicky creme brulee, an angel food cake elegant and tall, the challenge of one small raw quail egg atop a mound of red and bloody beef. The egg is the perfect shape the single spoon quennelle emulates and the shells are painstakingly hollowed out by many cultures to produce decorated masterpieces, both delicate and bold.
The egg never ceases to amaze me, still me, delight me.
Tag, you're it:
My new soulmate in praise of sardines, the bawdry salty-tongued Mistress of SF confessions of a restaurant whore, petite and pretty Lovescool, smart and informative food chronicles, and the blog of gorgeous proper English prose cook's cottage.
Wow, I looked at my 23rd post, 5th line and it's lame! Yours is so interesting either you have tremendous luck or you always have insightful, interesting sentences (I think it's the latter). Thanks for tagging me, but I'll have to see if I can find something interesting to say about it :)
Posted by: Kelli | 25 September 2005 at 09:33 PM
Shucks there Shuna you flatter me! I love that this meme reflects your love of the egg!
Posted by: Jeanne | 25 September 2005 at 09:36 PM
I dread looking up said 23rd blog's fifth sentence after that introduction.It will probably be something terribly pedestrian and not worthy of an additional word.Nice challenge though, so here we go......
Posted by: deccanheffalump | 26 September 2005 at 12:45 AM
One night at Gary Danko, after an ethereal fish quenelle (which preceded the entree, and see? I can't remember what it was), I asked if I could have another order of the quenelles instead of the desserts on the menu.
The answer was no. Pooh on them.
Posted by: cookiecrumb | 26 September 2005 at 08:43 PM
Mine is oh-so-lame:
"One thing that Chinatown is definitely renowned for is its affordable food."
Posted by: dr five pints | 29 September 2005 at 08:36 PM
Hey Five Pints! I don't think that's lame at all. No way. Put on your guerilla suit and trek into the politico jungle...why is ethnic food in America considered cheap? we can go there, it's a hint of subversive critical decronstuctionalist thought...
Posted by: shuna | 30 September 2005 at 02:57 PM