I routinely cook or talk about cooking to non foodie types. People that want to argue that all salt is the same, a steak shouldn’t be $50 a pound, etc. I do my best to explain why Wagyu is pricey and why certain salts have benefit over others…but sometimes I just get that blank stare. Does anyone else have this problem and if so, how do you get across the message that it isn’t just blatant snobbery?
It happens to me a lot it seems. I just don’t let it bother me, though, admittedly, it used to. I now realize some will not or cannot see the difference, so, I figure they are better off as they are. Fine cuisine or wine are not for everyone.
I usually get choice words when people use my recipies that require Kashmir Mogra Cream Indian Saffron. It costs over $400.00 an ounce.
Other saffrons work but not the same.
Even though my wife and I cook everything we can think of and try to use the best ingredients, we are just at the tip of the iceberg when it comes to meat. We get ours from a local butcher shop and it is really good stuff but we have yet to try Wagyu since it is not available from any of the local butchers.
can anyone say that choice meat from the local grocery store is better than falnnery or other dry-aged prime beef after trying eat. You may not be able to convert them but you can prove your point. Did this exact thing with my wife’s family, especially her grandfather who takes great pleasure in arguing with everyone.
Sorry…my fault for assuming that most people know of what I am talking about.
Bryan’s Fine Foods up in Corte Madera Town Center just north of SF across the Golden Gate Bridge. Great butcher that provides world class beef/veal/pork/seafood with customer service better than anyone in any business. He gets the top tier of the top 2% of USDA Prime beef in the country and now he is aging his own Wagyu cattle primals. Regardless of the choice of beef, the quality cannot be beaten.
The nice thing about being in Santa Fe full time now, is that most of our friends are food and wine geeks. When we were in SoCal we had a number of friends that weren’t as interested in food and wine as we are. In fact, sometimes we’d have friends over for dinner - they would be sufficiently overwhelmed that we’d never get invited over to their place. They’d be afraid to cook for me.