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Monday, June 3, 2013

Killing Me Softly

Every year – like clockwork – counties around the country celebrate their agriculture-based living through county fairs.  These fairs usually make the news not because of the rides, carnival games, or midway shows, but because of the variety of unhealthy foods that can be had at these venues.
 
One culinary shocker that caught my attention was the fried butter.  Yes, you read that right: fried butter.
 
How these sticks of modified heavy cream became a big success is wildly unknown, as is the way such temperature-sensitive bars of fat do not melt in deep fryers.  But, I digress.
 
When gastronomic delicacies, such as fried butter, are mentioned in the news reports, the reporters usually smile with a wink and a nod that they are surprisingly tasty.  Of course they are – they are butter!
 
Before you stop reading and move on to another website, try to work with me on this one.
 
If you have ever had an ear of corn, you slather it with butter and salt.  After all, corn really has no taste, so you are ingesting butter and salt.
 
The same is true for steamed clams, lobsters, and king crab legs.
 
Last night, my sainted wife enjoyed a dinner at a neighbor’s home which featured artichokes.  It’s not as though she had never had an artichoke before but, someone eyed her dissecting it as if it were a frog in a biology class.  Carefully tearing off leaf after leaf, using a knife to surgically remove strategic portions, she eventually reached the much-loved heart of the ‘choke.
 
Fellow diners were awestruck at her deftness in the use of simple table utensils to reach the center prize of her spiny, steamed vegetable.
 
She was questioned about the succulent leaves she discarded in lieu of reaching the much-desired core.  “They’re way too much work for too little to bother,” she explained.
 
All eyes immediately bulged, which eventually turned to scowls.
 
It seems as though my sainted wife doesn’t scrape the artichoke leaf ‘meat’ off because she doesn’t like stuff stuck in her teeth.  She doesn’t balk at eating corn-on-the-cob, though.  But that is why they invented dental floss and fingernails.
 
Once again, she passed on a golden opportunity to use those leaves as a vehicle to ingest butter.  For artichoke novices, they, too, have no taste but, it is the melted butter through which they are dredged that induces the flavor.
 
Coming full circle, deep fried butter my not be so bad because it appears as though butter is the ultimate goal in epicurean adventures.  It may not be good for your heart or its related blood vessels. 
 
Paula Deen made a career of cooking and baking with copious amounts of fattening butter, and now you know why she was so successful.  Butter is better.