Last night, I braved some BONE MARROW TOAST. Ten years ago, I never would have tried this!
It was the weirdest thing on the menu, and I felt compelled to give it a try.
When the plate arrived, I was a bit intimidated. My date was impressed. I was impressed he took me to a place where I could order something so outrageous.
It looked like the kind of meal Alice Cooper might enjoy.
Three bones of marrow were served split in half. Wow! I felt like John Candy in “The Great Outdoors,” with the Ol’ 96er– could I really stomach something so raw? Prior to this, octopus was the oddest thing I’d ever tried. People have bone marrow biopsies! Bone marrow transplants. And I was volunteering to eat it, rather than donate it.
I said a quick prayer for my bravery. Then I scooped it with my spoon– the texture made me bristle a bit! It was a dark brown, … the consistency is what I imagine fat might be like. As I smeared it on my toast, it looked more like snot! Spongy tissue.
I decided not to think about it, closed my eyes, and chewed. The texture was odd, but it was good! I de-marrowed two of the bones and felt like a Viking!!
I am a culinary warrior! I survived bone marrow toast.
Thank God I also had root beer– SOMETHING familiar.
I also tried some mussels, my second time for that. And I had ordered a plate of tempura green beans. Those were familiar.