“It’s so beautifully arranged on the plate – you know someone’s fingers have been all over it.” – Julia Child
Our drilling rig had a caterer supply breakfast to the troops this morning. Said caterer was kind enough to save some breakfast burritos for us. Now, the fly in the ointment is the rather valid concern I have regarding the cleanliness of said caterer. In fact, all caterers.
Sanitation. Cleanliness. Germ free environments. Bio hazards. Nuclear waste.
These are all important buzz words for me. Thus, the appearance and overall vibe said caterer presented upon entering the premises was not good. The poor girl was liberally festooned with a wide assortment of ink and her forced smile reminded me of a chain link fence.
The question for this day and every day is: Would you eat the burritos?
Now I know people who will eat anything. Take my wife for instance. She loves raw oysters. She even likes lima beans.
When I ask her what raw Oysters taste like her response is: You can’t even taste them. Well, if you can’t taste them, then why eat them? Isn’t taste an important ingredient of the dining experience? But I digress.
Back to the breakfast burritos. I can’t help but develop the cooking and preparation timeline of them in my fertile imagination. What I see is not a pleasant site. I will not upset anyone’s delicate psyche with a description.
I will not eat the burritos but I will save them for my wife. She will eat them. With gusto.
I also have this thing about Pot Luck dinners. Pot Luck??????? The moniker should be “Take your chances” or “Do you feel lucky?” “Are your shots current?” “Have you made a will?” “Free Tums at the end of the line.”
This aversion to eating anything not prepared in my sight by people I know and trust seems to be turning me into a Howard Hughes type. So they say. Possibly a billion dollars is in my future.
“I love Thanksgiving turkey…it’s the only time in Los Angeles that you see natural breasts.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger
Ok Bob,I hate to say it, but I think the fumes from the trucks you check in and out are starting to get to you!!!!
Ok Harry, I hate to say it, but I think there is something very wrong with you.
I don’t like to think too hard about it. I would rather eat some meat which might not be totally clean than the most pristine rice or grains….now THOSE will make you sick! A little bit of dirty meat is good for ya! I met several of my wives at pot lucks, so I try to avoid them, too.
A “Pot Luck” by any other name is still a “Pot Luck”.
By the way I loved Arnold’s quote.
Pot Luck Dinners are no different that eating at ANY restaurant of any kind anywhere. Everyone would be shocked beyond belief if they were allowed to exam the area you DO NOT see in their establishments. Health inspections are NOT the greatest!
You are absolutely correct Judy. I’m saving that subject for another post. However, for me, pot lucks are the biggest gamble.
I know what you’re saying. I will not, let me repeat, will not try samples at grocery stores. There is too much coughing, sneezing, hacking…well, you get the idea. I’m somewhat picky about what I’ll eat at potlucks too. I wonder if caterers or restaurants think about what goes through people’s minds when the see the state of their employees appearance in conjunction to the food they serve. I know I do.
OK. Thus far I have at least one person who agrees with me. Maybe I’m not alone. Bless you Vickie.