Monday, September 26, 2011

My Hominy experience

Ew

Ew

EW.

I thought what I had bought was a can of corn; simple and elegant (ha), but on second glance, it appeared that Hominy had waddled its way into my cart. Of course being the open minded woman I am, I opened the can (later in my kitchen--after looking at the ingredients and feeling a little bit like the mystery had been solved) and took a delicate bite.

YUCK!

Terrible, oddly chewy. I thought maybe I could mask that musky, moldy taste. I put some garlic in the pot; worse. Some salsa? Helped a little. Tomatoes, lots of tomatoes; didn't help. Cheese because cheese solves everything; fail.

What I have ended up with is a pot of cheese, tomato, pepper, salsa, hominy hell. If I had my own cooking show, I'd kill everyone in the audience with one bite or perhaps they'd all commit suicide at the very thought of me cooking for them.

I don't know who first prepared hominy (maybe they were starving or didn't have a tongue) or why, but I want to personally feed them what I concocted and say, "Serves you right, you jerk! Oh, you have get the cold sweats every time you see the yellow death? Welcome to my world!"

Let it be known that I am not an awful cook. I am an adventurous one. Sometimes a little too adventurous.

Alas, Hominy? More like dishominy.

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