You’d have thought that someone of my age, which would be a certain age, would have learned long ago never to say “never.” Given that I’m not particularly assertive (can you hear my husband stage-whispering “she’s a marshmallow”?) and that I like to think of myself as flexible, it’s surprising that I’ve made several rash culinary statements.
There was the one about chocolate and blueberries being a horrible combination — and ugly, to boot; another about how oysters should never, ever be eaten with red wine; and, the most recent, my dictum that strawberries aren’t good to bake with — too watery, was my reason.
Remember the cliche declaring that there’s an exception to every rule? Well, I made chocolate-blueberry ice cream, I loved it and it looked great (not at all like the chocolate ice cream that melted over my high-school boyfriend’s slice of blueberry pie and looked so unappetizing that I stopped going out with him). I listened to the advice of a Paris sommelier and drank red wine with oysters — twice. Honestly, I don’t see a third time in my future.
And then there’s the strawberry statement. Turns out I was right — at least with this cake.