Thursday 15th December 2011
“Do you like toast?” I ask my students.
Invariably, & luckily for me, they say; “Yes.”
“Well you are amongst billions. Everybody in the world likes toast. Think about it, Do you know someone who doesn’t like toast.” I continue.
I have nothing to base this inflated statistic on but it usually causes a ripple of interest in a subject that, for teenagers, is beyond boring.
“It’s a natural phenomenon. Everybody in the whole world likes toast. Now, today we’re gonna be looking at foods we like & dislike. What other foods do we like?” I ask.
I use this same introduction to the topic of food every year. I used to do the same thing, substituting toast for pizza, but quickly ditched it after I got too many nos.
In my defence though, it seems perfectly feasible to me that every culture in the world has their version of toasted bread. It’s fits every occasion; slathered with jam & butter for breakfast, a midnight snack after being at the pub all night or to accompany a hot steaming bowl of soup.
At some point during my evangelism, one of the kid’s curiosities will get the better of them & they’ll come back to the toasty fact.
“Is that true about the toast?” They’d ask.
“Nah…but everyone in my house does!” I joke.
While we were in France last week I made a warm duck breast salad. I managed to save a little of the rendered fat which I bought home with me.
“What is it?” He asked as I handed it to him.
“Duck dripping.” I told him.
“I don’t want it!” He declare returning his attention to more pressing matters.
“You haven’t even tried it,” I said. “You’ve got to at least try it before you say you don’t like.”
“Leave it there then.” He instructed.
10 minutes later I went back to find that only a corner had been nibbled.
“Come on, are you gonna eat this?” I asked hopefully.
“Dad,” He bellowed. “I’m not eating it – It’s disgusting!”
The moral of the story is this; although it might well be true that everybody in the world likes toast, it seems not everybody likes duck dripping.