So,
here’s the story. Reykjavik (pronounced Ray’ koh vik) is a city in Iceland.
And you would assume that the locals have a favorite dish, right? You'll need that assumption later on.
Being the creative cook I am, I decided to try my hand at something new. Supper Club was coming up in a few days, so I spent some time on the internet looking up recipes.
Being the creative cook I am, I decided to try my hand at something new. Supper Club was coming up in a few days, so I spent some time on the internet looking up recipes.
The
night of Supper Club. . . People are trying my dish. Quite a few of the little
old ladies were guessing Salisbury Steak. But the problem was, something was off.
So we are telling folks about the city in Iceland and the popularity of a certain dish in
Iceland. “Oh, really?” they said. “Darned thing is a lot like Salisbury Steak.”
they said. “But something is different.” they said.
What
Really Happened. . . . . .
I
tried my hand at Salisbury Steak. One recipe that had a lot of likes called for
Worcestershire Sauce. Another called for ground
mustard. Not finding anything that could back either item as being more popular
I decided to use both. It was a little hinky, but, since one of the ingredients
called for going in the mix at the last minute I thought it would get covered up.
It didn’t. I think the odd combo got
stronger. Like mixing two chemicals to make a bomb. And a bomb this dish was. Not THE BOMB. Just a Bomb. It was too late to start over.
Courtney created a cover story for it. She googled cities in Iceland and went about concocting a tale to explain the funky tasting dish called Reykjavik Pottage. Told it to everyone. They bought it.
Courtney created a cover story for it. She googled cities in Iceland and went about concocting a tale to explain the funky tasting dish called Reykjavik Pottage. Told it to everyone. They bought it.
hmmmmm......I wonder how many of them read this
blog? My cover might be blown.