I’m highly susceptible to suggestion. All those doodads right near the register, I buy them. Ask me to try your restaurant’s newest cocktail, I’ll drink it. Suggest a new hair color, all of the sudden I’m bald. I just can’t help it.
I blame it all on my dad. A man who has never met a suggestion, fad, infomercial, or doodad he didn’t like. Coincidentally his favorite saying is, “Hindsight is 20/20.” Yes dad, yes it is.
When it comes to food, this works out really well, most of time… marinated octopus from Zavino, delicious, green pea ice cream from Thalia, orgasmic, purple haze goat cheese, ehh not so much.
Now, I love goat cheese. Give me a spoon, some goat cheese and I’m set. It is quite simply delicious. So, when I saw a posting from one of my favorite food bloggers, Vanilla Garlic, I was intrigued. (I have since realized this was a different cheese, urgh. I wasn't even following the right suggestion!) When I saw a sign in Whole Foods, advertising said cheese, I bought it. When the sign suggested I buy a pear with my goat cheese, well let’s just say I obeyed the subliminal messages. I’m weak people, what can I say.
All hyped up on suggestive advertising, I gleefully took my fancey smancey goat cheese home. I cut it open. I sliced up the pear (because Whole Foods told me to). I took my first bite. ICK! EWW! Gross! What the hell man! I should love this stuff, but it tasted like air freshener.
After taking my first, fateful bite, I actually checked the package. Figures, the stuff is scented with lavender. Which wouldn’t have been bad, if I had paired it with something that could combat or compliment the floral flavor, but I didn’t. I paired my floral flavored cheese with a delicate pear, which only served to accentuate the cheese’s Febreze like qualities. This cheese needed to be paired with something that would kick its ass and tell it to sit the frick down. Instead, I paired it with a fruit that just rolled over and played dead.
Oh well, maybe next time. Maybe I’ll make it into a sauce for a nice filet mignon, anything, but pear. Hindsight is 20/20 (god I hate that saying).