ON SOME TABLE PREJUDICES
MANY people have strong prejudices
against certain things which they have never even
tasted, or which they do frequently take and like as
a part of something else, without knowing it.
How common it is to hear and see untraveled people
declare that they dislike garlic, and could not touch
anything with it in. Yet those very people will
take Worcestershire sauce, in which garlic is actually
predominant, with everything they eat; and think none
but English pickles eatable, which owe much of their
excellence to the introduction of a soupçon
of garlic. Therefore I beg those who actually
only know garlic from hearsay abuse of it, or from
its presence on the breath of some inveterate garlic
eater, to give it a fair trial when it appears in a
recipe. It is just one of those things that require
the most delicate handling, for which the French term
a “suspicion” is most appreciated;
it should only be a suspicion, its presence should
never be pronounced. As Blot once begged his
readers, “Give garlic a fair trial in a remolade
sauce.” (Montpellier butter beaten into mayonnaise
is a good remolade for cold meat or fish.)
Curry is one of those things against
which many are strongly prejudiced, and I am inclined
to think it is quite an acquired taste, but a taste
which is an enviable one to its possessors; for them
there is endless variety in all they eat. The
capabilities of curry are very little known in this
country, and, as the taste for it is so limited, I
will not do more in its defense than indicate a pleasant
use to which it may be put, and in which form it would
be a welcome condiment to many to whom “a curry,”
pure and simple, would be obnoxious. I once knew
an Anglo-Indian who used curry as most people use
cayenne; it was put in a pepper-box, and with it he
would at times pepper his fish or kidneys, even his
eggs. Used in this way, it imparts a delightful
piquancy to food, and is neither hot nor “spicy.”
Few people are so prejudiced as the
English generally, and the stay-at-home Americans;
but the latter are to be taught by travel, the Englishman
rarely.
The average Briton leaves his island
shores with the conviction that he will get nothing
fit to eat till he gets back, and that he will have
to be uncommonly careful once across the channel,
or he will be having fricasseed frogs palmed on him
for chicken. Poor man! in his horror of frogs,
he does not know that the Paris restaurateur who should
give the costly frog for chicken, would soon end in
the bankruptcy court.
“If I could only get a decent
dinner, a good roast and plain potato, I would like
Paris much better,” said an old Englishman to
me once in that gay city.
“But surely you can.”
“No; I have been to restaurants
of every class, and called for beefsteak and roast
beef, but have never got the real article, although
it’s my belief,” said he, leaning forward
solemnly, “that I have eaten horse three
times this week.” Of course the Englishman
of rank, who has spent half his life on the continent,
is not at all the average Englishman.
Americans think the hare and rabbits,
of which the English make such good use, very mean
food indeed, and if they are unprejudiced enough to
try them, from the fact that they are never well cooked,
they dislike them, which prejudice the English reciprocate
by looking on squirrels as being as little fit for
food as a rat. And a familiar instance of prejudice
from ignorance carried even to insanity, is that of
the Irish in 1848, starving rather than eat the “yaller
male,” sent them by generous American sympathizers;
yet they come here and soon get over that dislike.
Not so the French, who look on oatmeal and Indian meal
as most unwholesome food. “Ca pèse sur l’estomac,
ca creuse l’estomac,” I heard an old
Frenchwoman say, trying to dissuade a mother from giving
her children mush.
The moral of all of which is, that
for our comfort’s sake, and the general good
we should avoid unreasonable prejudices against unfamiliar
food. We of course have a right to our honest
dislikes; but to condemn things because we have heard
them despised, is prejudice.