Well, that was triggering. Not the parsley stuff but the boil in the bag fish memories from my 70s childhood that you stirred up. An innocent, “What’s for tea mum?” would often elicit the response, “Cod in cheese, cod in shrimp or cod in parsley”, followed by the immortal line, “But you can’t have the faggots, they’re your brothers.”
One early career was kitchen based at the delightful pits of hatred known as a J D Weatherspoon, we had to chuck parsley on everything. It probably disguised the slop being served from the microwaves but seriously! Garnish! WTF.
Funny, it’s basil that I don’t like, although I do remember that cod and vomit in a bag — vile. But parsley I love, albeit very much in things and not just perched on top like a green fascinator.
I'm not sure which part of this I enjoyed most. Day considerably better for reading, anyhow. I had similar vile encounters with cod in parsley sauce via my Welsh grandma, who also loved (always on a Wednesday) gammon with a pineapple ring on top (equally vile). I've been wooed back into parsley via tabbouleh but it does get stuck in your teeth.
I could live a life without "garnish" but salsa Verde? No. The iron tang of the parsley, zing of the olive oil and anchovies and ...er... twang (?) of the capers creates an overall ...er....um... sorry lost control of the onomatopoeia there. But whatever sound it tastes of, I need it.
I’ve been waiting for you to write something like this!
The only time parsley is acceptable is when it's minced incredibly fine and added to an extravagantly garlicked and buttered shrimp scampi.
Even then, I'm tempted to try it with cilantro instead!
Well, that was triggering. Not the parsley stuff but the boil in the bag fish memories from my 70s childhood that you stirred up. An innocent, “What’s for tea mum?” would often elicit the response, “Cod in cheese, cod in shrimp or cod in parsley”, followed by the immortal line, “But you can’t have the faggots, they’re your brothers.”
One early career was kitchen based at the delightful pits of hatred known as a J D Weatherspoon, we had to chuck parsley on everything. It probably disguised the slop being served from the microwaves but seriously! Garnish! WTF.
"under something"
Funny, it’s basil that I don’t like, although I do remember that cod and vomit in a bag — vile. But parsley I love, albeit very much in things and not just perched on top like a green fascinator.
I'm not sure which part of this I enjoyed most. Day considerably better for reading, anyhow. I had similar vile encounters with cod in parsley sauce via my Welsh grandma, who also loved (always on a Wednesday) gammon with a pineapple ring on top (equally vile). I've been wooed back into parsley via tabbouleh but it does get stuck in your teeth.
So funny, it’s why David won’t go near tabbouleh.
Tabbouleh teeth
I could live a life without "garnish" but salsa Verde? No. The iron tang of the parsley, zing of the olive oil and anchovies and ...er... twang (?) of the capers creates an overall ...er....um... sorry lost control of the onomatopoeia there. But whatever sound it tastes of, I need it.
Magnificent - day made!
I am sorry for your trauma. I love the stuff. Can’t make tabbouleh or sphagetti alle vongole without it.
Glorious.