1103. Foreign food

Unfortunately, Concetta’s love of exotic cooking had gone to her head. She had quite a name for it, and it was always wonderful to get invited to one of her festive meals.

She moved from country to country; not for real you understand, but in recipes. One day it might be a recipe from Bosnia-Herzegovina and the following week she would cook as if she lived in the jungles of the Amazon. Once, slap-bang in the middle of winter, her invited guests were treated to an array of recipes strictly from Iceland. Dried seals’ pizzles, for example. No one could guess where she got them from! What fun!

And then something wonderful happened! A new root vegetable appeared at the market. It was from South America. Concetta had never tried it before. Her research told her it was sweet and juicy. It could be eaten raw, in a salad or even a fruit salad. Or it could be cooked, like a potato. It came under a number of names. Some called it the Peruvian Ground Apple, but how plain is that? Concetta used the proper name of Yacón. Concetta invited her guests to partake of the exotic food. She would use it not only as a side dish for the main, but raw in a fruit salad along with pineapple and bits of peach.

The guests arrived. They were very interested in the side dish. It tasted alright; nothing to write home about. And then came the dessert. Thank goodness for French Vanilla Ice Cream! The fruit salad was horrible. No one said a word, but it was disgusting. It was extremely bitter. The guests chewed it with a smile.

But Concetta had muddled Yacón with Yucca. Yucca is an ornamental plant. By the morning, all her guests were dead from cyanide poisoning.

18 thoughts on “1103. Foreign food

  1. umashankar

    Thanks, but those are all memories from my childhood. For the last 5 years or so, I’ve been reading only 25% of the books I’ve been acquiring, and my mind has barely been able to retain even 5% of whatever it’s being served.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I’m the world’s most terrible reader. I read “The Nose” by an author I can’t even remember (but I loved it) – when in hospital four years ago following a heart attack. That’s the last thing (apart from blogs) I read… Correction.. I have reread the Bronte sisters’ novels since… and Jane Austen.

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