So, my first post. About 10 years behind the rest of the world, but hey, I’m a late developer. What follows is a bit of an insight into my culinary mind, I hope you enjoy. But first a little about me…
I don’t believe in associating guilt with pleasure, but in the absence of an alternative phrase, let me admonish myself of some of my gastronomic demons:
I love tinned Corned Beef…in sandwiches…on white bread…with Ketchup.
I delight in removing a succulent, golden roast chicken from the oven and immediately gobbling the parson’s nose.
Even when, butter soaked, chilli spiked and garlic scented, the need to peel the warm shell from a freshly cooked tiger prawn pisses me off.
I frequent street-side, late night vendors of quasi-Turkish cuisine…and have been known to enjoy the leftovers the following morning.
I could eat quiche for England.
My last meal would be scrambled eggs on toast…again, with Ketchup.
Ashamed I am not. Nor am I finished. I’m sure that over the coming posts I will reveal far more unsavoury eating habits to make most pompous food snobs, vegetarians, hippies and any other card carrying members of the food police shudder in horror and curse my name as they tuck into their organic quinoa. (Which is pointless by the way).
Doth the man protest too much? Possibly. I’m in denial. For my epicurean exploits do highly feature the homegrown, homemade, try anything, eat everything, Heston, Gordon, Jamie, Nigella, Ferran, Genarro and Hugh are Gods philosophy. So allow me to step down from my self-created soapbox and get on with what I’m here to do. Hope you enjoy.
