Oh, The Taste Buds

So, tonight I made the worst food that I think I have ever made. I mean, it was bad. I have eaten some bad things in my day...most of it I did not actually make... but this was really up there on the list of bad stuff. Like, just below fruit bat and duck fetus. Seriously.

It started out as mince (ground beef, to Americans). This was the only red meat that I could find in my freezer, and I thought I should eat some and give the old iron a boost. I didn't really have much else to cook with it, so I just cooked it. And sprinkled in some seasoning that I found in the cupboard. And this is where everything went oh so wrong. I put in this Creole seasoning that a former DTS student sent to the staff from New Orleans, and that we all divided up and I keep mine in a jelly bean jar hidden away on a shelf. But this seemed like the perfect chance to use it, so I pulled it out. I did not, of course, pre-taste it or think much about it, but I just scooped a couple of spoonfuls onto the meat while it was cooking. And then I had a taste. Oh, man. That stuff is saltier than salt.

I like salt. But this was ridiculous. I tried pouring all kinds of other sauces on to neutralize the saltiness, but no. And I was kind of desparate for red meat, so I made a valiant attempt to choke half of it down before I gave up. And I had made these great oven fries and fresh green beans, and I could not taste them, because the salt pretty much ruined my mouth. I can still taste salt. Blech. Is there a cure for too much salt?

You've gotta love a life where the worst thing that happens in a day is eating meat with too much salt. Although, I mean, it was a LOT of salt. The moral of the story is: watch out for Creole Seasoning.