Call me sick, call me totally whacko, but I thought I"™d crack up laughing this morning when I read an AP postingÂ entitled, "œCookbook pulped over ‘ground black people’ typo." First off, I wondered why the writer had inserted the word "˜pulped"™ into the title of the column. Were they trying to be cutesy and use a play on words, or did the actual headline include a typo as well? Had they meant to say, "œCookbook PULLED over "˜ground black people"™ typo?"Â
Then I went on to read the article itself and that"™s when I started silently snickering. Apparently the "œPasta Bible" recipe for spelt tagliatelle, (a hardy wheat type of pasta, and yes, I had to look that up!), with sardines and prosciutto, was supposed to call for black pepper, not "˜ground black people."™Â Â Â Â
Aha! Now ground pepper makes much more sense to me than the appalling bad typo ingredient.Â
This story reminded me of a bad cooking experience I had about 20 years ago. One Christmas I decided I"™d make my Dad"™s favourite dessert, namely my Mom"™s recipe for Suet Pudding. (Don"™t start gagging here folks "“ stick with me on this!) It was a fairly complicated pudding; I was in a hurry; and when I"™d originally copied down the recipe from my Mom"™s original tattered and batter-stained recipe card, I missed one crucial ingredient: baking powder.Â
Anyhow, this lovely concoction was steaming gently away, balanced precariously on a smaller pot inserted into a larger one filled with boiling water while I served the Christmas main course to the crowd. Now came the time to serve the piece de resistance, the Suet Pudding. (I"™d also made apple pies for those of you who still have your face screwed up over the thought of eating suet.)Â
I removed the wonderfully aromatic pudding from the pot and instantly my eye"™s register that something is really amiss: the pudding is still only about 2" thick instead of the lovely light and airy 6" version by Mom used to serve. My Dad gamely polished off a large portion of what I called, "œSteamed brick on a plate," but later that night after the hubbub of the day had ended, I had to figure out what I"™d done wrong. Going back over the recipe, I couldn"™t see any baking powder in the list, and I know that without that one tiny ingredient, you"™ll always have pancake flat, "˜looks like lead"™ cakes.
Moral of the story? Read everything you write at least THREE times before you publish it or try to cook from it!Â
Oh"¦ and here"™s the link to the "˜ground black people"™ gaff if you"™d like to read the rest of the article:Â Â http://bit.ly/9B73rB