Originally Posted by potsnpanties
Kathleen - Now you have me curious... was there perhaps... a Salmon Incident?
*cue dramatic suspense music*.
Back in college, I wanted to make something that did not seem like college food (pasta, burgers, fries, etc.) for dinner with my parents. My mother is an excellent cook, but I wanted the meal to be "mine" and not just a variation of something she made. In my pantry, I had several tins of salmon.
While at school, I went to the home economics library and explored their cookbook section for salmon recipes. Needless to say, I found tons of salmon cake recipes for tin salmon. Then I found the most BEAUTIFUL picture of something called Salmon Mousse. Additionally, it gave an entire meal plan and STEP BY STEP pictures to assure perfection. To show that I was meant to make this recipe, the mold used for the mousse was in my college kitchen possession! Can you say karma? I checked out the book.
The entire meal was comprised of items that I could afford on my meager college budget. A bread and there was a veggie dish....I don't remember what they were, but they were all designed to compliment the star of the show: Salmon Mousse! For dessert, I remember that I scooped ice cream with some Pepperidge Farm Cookies.
Well, I made it. When removing it from the mold, which I have never done well, it came out PERFECT. It was beautiful. Just like the picture. I was delighted as plating has never been a strength for me. Well, dinnertime arrived...I set the table...lots of oooooo's and ahhhhhs.....then everyone tasted it.
It tasted terrible. Not really like salmon....or any other ingredient. Not like the cream cheese or gelatin....or....anything like I have ever had. The texture was like a rough gelatin. For anyone who remembers the old cottage cheese and jello dishes...like that, which was horrible. Then...the lingering fishy aftertaste.
Well, mother was polite...we all poked it about on the plate...then my father (the ultimate king of NOT PC) said, "I'm buying dinner." We all sighed happily and went out. To this day, the words "Kathleen, could you make that salmon mousse" means "Daddy, would you take us to the steakhouse?" No one has ever told him that I did not keep the recipe.
It was so bad the cat would not eat it.
The chocolate ice cream and cookies were awesome though!