MetaChat is an informal place for MeFites to touch base and post, discuss and
chatter about topics that may not belong on MetaFilter. Questions? Check the FAQ. Please note: This is important.
I don't want you to see the inside of my fridge because you will all be sorry for my pathetic bachelor lifestyle. Condiments and about 7 leftover takeout containers. And a bunch of black and white film in the bottom drawer.
Aw, shane, I wasn't trying to bust your chops! I was just hoping to step off the 'puter a bit early and didn't want to miss anything. I'll take my place back in the peanut gallery, now.
Lord Cthulu's face appears to us, burnt into the bread of this cheese sandwich by the hellish flames of a Denny's Reastaurant grill. The terror is undefinable, unimaginable.
Heh, thanks. When we sold our condo and bought a two-flat with another couple a year'n'ahalf ago, we made enough profit to invest in some nice kitchen appliances. Between the fridge and our awesome kick-ass stove, we're spoiled rotten.
Speaking of, mrs.pants and I keep talking about having a potluck dinner sometime. Gotta get that in gear.
Alas, I am still without a digital camera so cannot participate. My fridge is pretty bare though, and the only thing in there that's mine is probably the bottle of black cherry vanilla coke that I got yesterday. These days I rely entirely on my meal plan for food. (or as close as we can get to something food-like at our dinning center)
We have a really small fridge, compared to most US people. That's mostly marmalade and jam on the top; lettuce, tomato and mushrooms on the second level; yogurt, onions, peppers and celery on the third; and eggs, chicken and sausage on the last. (I won't go into the door.)
This is only the full-on shot I could get of my fridge, because the counter is directly across from it and I couldn't get far enough away. Note the approaching cat, wondering why I'm sitting on the floor in the kitchen. I don't normally do that.
Frisbee Girl, I don't want to get back into a debate about whether White Zinfendel is really wine, because I now admit it technically is, but I know for a fact that truffle oil is not derived from truffles.
"Truffle Flavoring" as listed in the ingrediants is an artificial flavoring, although like some other flavorings does not have to be listed that way because its not a chemical that tastes like the target, but the replicant of a specific naturaly occurring molecule.
I found this out the hard way when my foody freind pronounced my mushroom truffle soup "cloying."
That is a specific whilte truffle oil thing and you can read the ingredients for the difference.
there is real truffle oil.
let us talk no more of truffle.
Ah, StickyCarpet, God bless you and your tenacious attention to detail. I barely remember the White Zinfandel thread, but see that it left a lasting impression.
Quoting diretly from the bottle of oil itself, I have amended that annotation. It now reads:
Olive oil infused with black truffle aroma. We use it on a bunch of dishes at work, I don't know how I could have possibly thought my life was complete before olive oil infused with black truffle aroma was in it.
I hope this helps to ease your sensibilities.
I almost wish I had the ambition to debate the semantics of food with you further, but I'm feeling relaxed and drowsy from having just finished a big bowl of penne in a butter and garlic sauce with fresh tomoato that was dressed with generous amounts of reggiano and, you guessed it: olive oil infused with black truffle aroma. Tasty!
Its true my sensibilities need a little easing today. But just because I am often technically wrong about many things, that doesn't stop me from participating in a larger truth.