Revolutionary Secrets Revealed

It’s not often that I’ll throw food away that I have bought, especially cake. However,  I think I may have unwittingly stumbled on the secret weapon that the Ukrainian people have used to prosecute their revolution.

To explain; today there was a food fair put on by the various Oxford International Societies so as a loyal member of IRSoc I scooted up there to show solidarity, by eating their food. Having done a lap of the hall to see what was on offer I decided to eat from stalls representing places I have never been. I settled on a Jamaican Lamb Patty that was gorgeous but lacked authentic hot sauce (wtf?) to drown it in.

Having a bit of spare space in my tummy I sidled over to the Ukrainian stall and partook of a delicious herring and beetroot w. potatoes concoction.  I was then further seduced by the sight and sound of a Sour Cream Cake that had an impressive layered construction, so I parted with a further two quid. I didn’t realize that it is actually intended for disabling armoured vehicles, such was its density. Initially I thought it was a rather parsimonious portion for my £2. How wrong I was as the plate sagged in my hand and the plastic fork splintered when I tried to cut a piece off. However, I wasn’t going to let a mere mechanical failure deter me from eating my cake so with some effort I hoicked the piece up and after several mouthfuls conceded defeat and binned it. It made a rather disturbing thump when it bottomed out in the bin.

As I left the last thing I saw as I glanced over my shoulder was the sight of some poor chap trying to lift out the bin-liner to replace it with an empty one. Poor chap, it looks like several people before me had had the same idea. His back, my tummy.

Blovember #10 – It’s a cop out

I am going to cop out and write about cooking, which is too easy for me as I love food. It’s the weekend and not only do I have things I *ought* to be doing but instead I am sitting here wrapped in a nice post-gluttony glow having made and then pigged out on an unfeasibly large rosti with two soft fried eggs and smothered in chipotle sauce. Burp.

Apart from the butter, olive oil, tons of ground pepper and a big pinch of sea salt and  6-8 grated medium sized spuds it was transformed into a dish of health with the addition of finely diced cooked Kale – it’s green, it’s a veg, it must be good for you – and a smashed clove of garlic.Coupled with 3/4 litre of fresh orange juice I reckon I must be well over half way to my 5-a-day.

There would have been more, much more, garlic but we were down to one poxy little clove. How’s that for poor forward planning? I’ll go and iron my hands straight away.

Sensational Swiss Rosti

PS: Soft fried eggs. Not in any oil. I’ll explain how tomorrow.