Corn Meal Mush by Any Other Name...

So, those of you who have been paying attention have heard that I'm trying a new hobby. I'm gonna be a foodie.

I realize that from the dyed-in-the-wool foodies' perspective, it isn't a hobby...more of a calling. Many are called but few are chosen. Now if I just had a foodie dictionary, I'd be all set. Honestly, when on "Chopped", one of the contestant's decides she's going to fix "pain perdue", it seems a little condescending and snooty. "Pain perdue", thanks to several years of grade-school French, I understand is literally "bread lost"...French toast for all those of you who don't aspire to such lofty heights.

Because, when bread became too stale for human consumption, the French, being all about fresh bread, decided to dip it in egg and milk and fry it. Southern blacks called it "lost bread"...wonder where they found the foodie dictionary to come up with that name?

In my family, when we were very small, it was called "Yellow Toast" or "Lallo Toast" for those of us too young to pronounce the "Y" sound. Perhaps because the egg turned the toast yellow? But I think that's probably just a family thing, not known in loftier culinary circles. Bet it wouldn't be in any foodie dictionary.

And don't get me started on all the weirdo fish they have in those mystery baskets on "Chopped"...some fish one serves raw (more on raw fish later) and some are cooked with skin on and some are cooked with skin on and then the skin is removed  prior to "plating" (one doesn't serve on snooty cooking shows, one "plates" the food). Once it's all explained by the judges, snoots all, it turns out that the fish in question is really just a halibut or a cod, found only in one small inlet in Nova Scotia or in some North Sea bay near Norway. If it had been caught off the coast of Maine, it would be called "cod".

Or the "protein" (as the snoots call it) is calf brain or octopus or the testicles of South American buffalo. Or something equally unappealing. The judges then pronouce it to be inedible ("Why didn't you know that it has to be boiled for 3 hours before braising?") or they pronounce "This is the best sheep arm pit I've ever had!" One wonders how many sheep arm pits they've actually tasted in their lifetimes.

I'm trying to be more adventurous, but honestly, sushi should be considered an abomination. RAW FISH??? If God had intended for us to eat raw fish, s/he wouldn't have given man the gift of Fire. Raw fish makes me think one should just inject the salmonella directly into a vein and be done with it. Why is it that pork chops are considered overcooked if they aren't pink inside. In high school, Mrs. Morehead's Home Economic class, I distinctly remember learning about trichinosis. Raw pork of any kind was to be avoided at all costs. And as for fish, I'd sooner put a piece of raw chicken in my mouth than a piece of raw fish, whether it's from Nova Scotia or not.

Last night's episode of "Chopped" featured chicken feet, not for the first time. I always thought chicken feet were kinda like pig's knuckles...parts of the animal that only poor people ate because they were cheap protein. Or like chitlins, which for the uninitiated, are deep fried pig intestines. Presumably, someone has washed them thoroughly and I mean thoroughly. So these trained chefs, who came from prestigious restaurants in New York and Las Vegas, didn't know to trim the toenails from the chicken feet. Do they really serve chicken feet at the Ritz?

Now, I've never been trained on proper preparation of chicken feet, but I would at least have the presence of mind to perform a pedicure on the damn toenail, if for no other reason than I wouldn't want to look at chicken toenails. I mean, REALLY! Yet three of the four contestants didn't do that and of course the judges were all snooty and said stuff like they should have known to trim the nails. Maybe, snooty judges, they've never had to eat chicken feet so they didn't know.

If I had a nickel for the number of times I've seen otherwise sane chefs prepare shrimp, leaving the tails on and serving them swimming into a creamy sauce of some nature, I'd be a millionaire. Especially, for some strange reason. when they are preparing an appetizer. I guess everyone gets to sit down with knife and fork during the appetizer round at their house.

I just envision myself at a stand-up buffet, having to pick up the shrimp with my fingers dripping with the creamy sauce, dripping it all the way down my blouse and having to lick the sauce off my fingers while trying to find someplace to stash the tail. Please, I plead silently, if you are going to throw shrimp into ANY sauce, take the damn tails off!

Which brings me to corn meal mush, a dish my mom served fried for breakfast, with butter and syrup on it. A nice, cheap, stick-to-your-ribs kind of breakfast. When there was nothing else in the house to serve for breakfast, Mom brought out the mush. Had it for years. Adored the flavors and textures of this simple breakfast. Directions on how to make corn meal mush are even in my red-and-white-checked cookbook that I've had forever.

I only recently realized that polenta is THE EXACT SAME THING. My mom learned to cook first by her English-born stepmother, then by the seat of her pants. As a "mother's helper" at the tender age of 13, my Mom supported herself and put herself through college cooking for families and tending the kids in exchange for a bed and a roof over her head. In Detroit, Michigan. So I guess we are forgiven if we had a different name for it. Like "lallo toast" for the much more expensive and snooty "pain perdue". You change the name, you change the price.

Here I've been thinking that polenta was all snooty Italian food and I've been eating it for years. And none of that store-bought polenta for me. I make it at home, from scratch. Because, you see, it's a bout a million cups of water and one cup of cornmeal and you cook it on the stove for 15 minutes and you're done. It costs much less to make, pennies on the dollar, too. I've seen it on the pasta aisle at the supermarket in little tiny packages costing $8. Just as long as it says "polenta" on the package. If it said "corn meal mush", it would be 95 cents.

I've seen the chefs on the Food Network use polenta to make chilled salads (kinda like couscous) and bake it (always with mushrooms that cost $100/lb.)...there's always one chef on "Chopped" who thinks that, despite all evidence to the contrary, they will be able to cook polenta or rice (and not just any rice, but rice that is grown wild in the mountains of Borneo) in the limited time they have. I've never seen one succeed, so I'm somewhat puzzled as to why they would think they alone could do it. I guess because they, being snooty chefs, can somehow bend the time/space continuum and stretch 20 minutes into 2 hours. Or something.

Foodies are becoming ever more global, borrowing from cultures around the world and using the native language's name for dishes. Maybe that's why my Mom's English influence called it mush, whereas if she'd been taught by an Italian-born stepmother, it would've been polenta. But really, I don't believe for one second that those chefs have been to some tribal village in east India to sample the local foods and bring them back to America. They just had it in some snooty restaurant in Paris and placed small samples in their handbags and brought it back to be chemically analyzed so they could steal the recipe.

Have you ever noticed how imported vegetables, always more expensive than locally grown, are much preferred on those cooking shows? None of the lowly cucumber or tomato for THEIR recipes. It's English cucumbers and imported greenhouse German potatos and Egyptian tomatoes for them. Because, as they are quick to explain, you CAN make this dish with common vegetables from your own garden, but it won't TASTE the same. Snooty city.

They always make HUGE quantities on those cooking shows. I hope that they have some nearby soup kitchen that they donate the leftovers to. Because, although they are only serving 3-4 judges and they could use a silver dollar as a cover for the small amount of food they actually plate, they seem to have pots and pans full of food leftover. My Mom, who grew up terribly impoverished, is spinning in her grave at the amount of waste. There are starving children in China who could eat that food!

And yet, contrarian that I am, I aspire to be in this group. Why? Beats me. Maybe because I want to travel and see the world and I can't afford that so I stay in my little old-fashioned kitchen and travel through cooking. But I promise never to be snooty. If I get snooty, just slap me up side of my head with a cod.