Has a first name, has a second name, has a third name

Apropos of nothing, today I learned that bologna goes by many names in its various guises:

Distant cousins are:

Woof. The loaf variants are starting to gross me out. Let’s not invite them to the next Circle Meat family gathering, okay?

Photo of the Dachshund UN by Craig Bush on Flickr

Take on a regal aspect

I got a very interesting book this weekend entitled The Art of Serving Food Attractively by Mary Albert Wenker. I thought it might provide me with a quick and easy idea to spruce up the presentation of some creamed onions I’m going to make for Thanksgiving; after all, Mary Albert’s Rule #2 of Garnishing is “Beauty is obtained through simplicity. Garnishes should appear natural, fresh and dainty – never overworked or overdone.” Well. Let’s see what we have here.

oeufsahoy
An egg boat. Hey, that could be cute. A little egg boat floating on a sea of creamed onions? I don’t know. I don’t think anybody would be able to guess that it’s supposed to be an egg boat. Here’s one I could handle:

cucumbegg
Four cucumber slices crammed into a hard-boiled egg. I could definitely pull that one off, but why?

meatpinwheel
Meat pinwheel. That’s just asking for ridicule. Next.

cukecarousel
This one would be good if I were making some sort of vertical meatloaf that was supposed to represent a burning building, and I could have cucumber slices jumping out of the windows onto the lemon slice held up by the other cucumber slices. I could even make little pimiento firehats for the cucumber slices holding up the lemon slice. Or perhaps that is too overworked and overwrought.

turkey
Ooh, look at that little guy! A little turkey. Let’s see – pear halves, cream cheese, graham cracker crumbs, pineapple slice, red-skinned apple slice, cherry and a date. I don’t think that is going to work with creamed onions.

Pickle boats. Turnip stars. Beet cups. Pear airplane. Tomato cheese rose. Troutlettes. Cucumber linked chain. Ugh… I think I need to go to bed. Oh look – ideas for bed trays. Maybe Benny will bring me a gumdrop-pipecleaner pilgrim while I recover.

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