Sour cream covers a multitude of kitchen sins, but it is something of a temptation in and of itself. Or am I the only one who can’t resist a taste or two of the good stuff? And of course, by “good stuff” I mean the brands of sour cream with an ingredients list that says “Cultured cream” and ends there. When it comes to ingredient labels, less is more. The less funky stuff in it, the more likely I’ll buy it.
Here is an ode-that’s-not-technically-an-ode to one of my favorite ingredients.
(Subscribers who know me personally may find this poem slightly familiar. It has been changed a bit from my original version.)
The Cream Has Soured
Don’t open that refrigerator door,
Can’t bear to hear the screams
A demon voice inside my head?
Yes…it’s the sour cream.
“You know you want me”, it will try,
“One spoonful! It won’t hurt!”
And I may listen. Might give in.
More bulges in my shirt?
Oh, chocolate does not tempt me,
Nor do cookies, cake, or pie.
But, the sour cream is evil, sir
It’s guilty, sir, not I.
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About Bobbie Laughman
Living with chronic foot-in-mouth disease is the main reason Bobbie prefers the written word over speaking out loud to actual, in-person human beings. Amazingly, however, she has been known, on rare occasions, but in the presence of reliable witnesses, to utter complete sentences with both feet on the ground.
Bobbie enjoys painting, but stubbornly refuses to make time to do it. Someone should give her a good talking to about that. She really needs to visit her happy place again...and perhaps paint some things for her sweet little granddaughter, E.B.
You might think that since Bobbie likes to cook, and to write about cooking and food, that she's some snobby gourmet wannabe. Nah. If a recipe is too long, her eyes start to roll back in her head before she finishes scanning the ingredients list. Quick & yummy, but healthy, and she's all over it.
Bobbie's read way too many Star Trek novels for one sane person. Once, for a party during her first year at college, she dressed herself as Spock, going so far as to cut and dye her hair. She's been to Star Trek conventions, but never in costume. She's weird, but not that weird. Or perhaps, not that brave.
There's a mixed-up universe in Bobbie's head, where Bert & Ernie and Bert & Nan Bobbsey hang out with Moist von Lipwig, Adora Belle and Mr. Tiddles, in Emeril's kitchen (having politely shown Emeril the door), and give cooking lessons to Erma Bombeck and Mr. Spock.
You do not want to go in there...
A childhood memory is sour cream on bread with brown sugar sprinkled on it…..