Long long ago, I was invited to a yearly event by a friend where 10 or 20 people got together and had to come up with dishes made with gelatin, agar, pectin . There were the 50’s abominations of fruit or veggies (like green peas! yucch!) jiggling in a green, pink, or orange mold, some fun little lemon things that looked like baby lemons, and then to lube up the mood, LOTS of jello shots of various flavors.
Well, for those who know me, I don’t have a sweet tooth, so this would be quite a challenge. So “Why not?” I thought. This was about the same time as the Craigs Child dinner where I used a lot of ‘molecular’ products and techniques to make the edible props, so it wasn’t long before an idea began to congeal.
I decided to make a BLT! First, I had a bunch of bacon fat laying around, so I made a stock from it, skimmed the fat, and made a bacon jello sheet. My mind went on to the tomato, and made a jello sheet of a rich tomato juice. And then came the mayo jello sheet! I had my basic elements. I decided to use bread and lettuce in their original forms. I thought this was sacrosanct and it would be going TOO far to make some sort of mushy bread and lettuce jello! The crisp snap of the lettuce and crunch of the toast would be key.
Thus, the ‘NASA BLT’ was born – my contribution to the future of space food. A congeal-atory concoction that lived up to my savory predilection.
Note the 3 square sheets: the white bottom one is the mayo, the red middle is tomato, and the cloudy top square is the bacon.
Well, the competition began. The three categories were ‘Best Taste’ ‘Best Presentation’ and ‘Best in Show’ – Well, there were a lot of ‘Worst’ categories as well.
The results are tallied, and I win the ‘Best Taste’ (it DID taste good, I have to say). Next I win ‘Best in Show’ – the contestants are starting to grumble now…. And then I win ‘Best Presentation, and all the jello shots consumed turn the group into an angry mob ready to lynch me! I quickly look over the tally sheet, because I did think there was a really nice presentation that was better than mine, and sure enough, the tally was wrong. I pointed out the real winner and the crowd cheered at my defeat! The peace was maintained, and the rest of the jello shots were quickly consumed amid a boisterous roar.