Hello, I'm back!

I'm going to be doing a reboot around here, meanwhile here is some food for thought from the NYT:

‘Calorie Detective’

Pizza in a jar

Nuff said,






The How to

The 10:35

Wow, this'll sort out the hangover, the MickeyD's 10:35. Only available at the magic hour...


via hiddenmenu

I am not a communist: how you should reheat pizza

A "how to..." eat sardines. I guess I have been doing it wrong

This is what my culinary life is like...

STOP THE NONSENSE

Louise Fresco talks some sense about world food production, you can see for yourself below.

In the talk she brings up a very good point, something which I feel strongly about, that modern local food production, in respect to farmers markets/eating native veg. etc. is not only a first world luxury, but a step backward in our social evolution.

I have become a little tired recently of this harping on within the media ( by which I mean print articles/TV shows by chefs/restaurants/food aficionados ) about eating only fecking blue carrots or tree bark because that is native to our diet. That we should be concentrating on buying expensive fashionable local foods as a priority. We are told, indeed commanded to believe, sermonized to, that this is how food used to taste, this is how food should taste, this is how our grandfathers-grandfathers-grandfather prepared porridge.

That's all fine and dandy by my grandfathers-grandfathers-grandfather toiled in a field all day long which belonged to someone else, couldn't grow his own food and was only able to eat porridge with dysentery flavored water. He died at 26. However his children joined the army, got 3 meals a day which were provided by a mass production system, lived at least until their mid 30's just when their children were old enough and strong enough to be sold to factories. Or something like that.

I am 30 years old and ate SPAM recently for fun. I have also seen a pineapple, drink orange juice and know what sushi is. All  this without ever been forced to work in a field, shoot someone with a musket or toil for 15 hours in a smog filled factory making widgets.  How is that for social evolution.

Saddest Foods

One of Toms' Pals sent me this, a thread of the saddest food stories. WARNING this contains pure inspiration!

P.S.

We have eaten the spam; stay tuned.

Beware of Veggies

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/21/opinion/21planck.html?_r=1

Attack of the cheese eating surrender monkeys

I have been asleep all winter. I realised this last night, while making dinner. But much like in the film Inception, it was when I was aware that I was dreaming that the dream began to come apart. The kick for me was not a cold-water bath. Neither was it being dropped down an elevator shaft. These would have been preferable for what has caused me to wake up and return to the world of NOM NOMS is some freakish rendition of French Cuisine.

What has awoken this hibernating bear of shite food is Epicures’ Ratatouille Niçoise.

Ratatouille, at least according to Larousse Gastronomique, is: a vegetable stew typical of Provençal cookery, originally form Nice, which is now found all over south east France and is popular abroad. The word is derived from the French touiller (to mix or stir), at first designated an unappetizing stew.

Tesco sell an own brand canned Ratatouille, which costs about a Euro and is really quite good. The down side is that any Tesco I have visited seem to get one delivery of it every 6 months. The up side is it tastes like THIS.

At this juncture I should talk about the earthy complexities of the dish. I really should also be addressing the differing opinions of preparation. The array of presentation available, the choice of secondary accompaniments, and the meat or fish debate will not be touched upon either.

No.

No, what I wish to talk about today was one of the greatest offenses to me by the French since the Edict of Fontainebleau.

I purchased Epicure's Ratatouille Nicoise for myself considering one to be a person quite familiar with the otherwise fine range of canned products by this company I was, to put it with reference to the opening paragraph, shook awake from as if from some gastronomic dream.

I poured the contents from this can to heat and to be eaten with Bunalun wholegrain spaghetti (outstanding BTW) but I wondered at its dark syrupy constitution.

This apparition of food was not like the bright colored and chunky Tesco version of the same product, this was more akin to a vision of my toilet bowl after a long afternoon/night out at about 5am when I have concluded the only way to stop the room spinning is to expel the matter from within my stomach.

And it tasted the same.

Once upon a Tuesday, if I recall correctly, I was somewhere past Badwater, Death Valley National Park, when my companions and I decided to stop the car and go for a walk around the desert flats. I remember quite fondly staring at the cracked and crystalline earth for an extended period of time. This burnt landscape was something of a personal fascination of mine ever since childhood. And while I stood there in the 40-degree heat down in this expansive valley I couldn’t help myself but to think, “what does it taste like”.

Hunkered down under the unforgiving sun, my tongue snuffling the clints and grikes of the baked soil as if possessed by some truffle pig I was reminded by a colleague that these sands are quite radioactive for we stood not a few miles from testing grounds for various atomic weaponry. I pretended not to hear, squatted as I was in the barren wasteland sucking the salt from my teeth when an F-16e flew not 5cm over our heads.

 If I could liquidize the taste of you face down in radioactive desert salt flats while an F-16e flies right over your head, it would taste like Epicure’s Ratatouille.

That is not a good thing.

This was fucking terrible.

The desert tasted better.

In-fact this tasted like my mouth about 5.34am when I am still awake after the aforementioned 5am puke.

It was if they had made some perfectly fine food and threw in as much maize starch and salt as they could find. The whole fucking village in Andover, Hampshire must have had to come together to stuff this much fermentation into the can.

I fear this must be the crux of the problem. The producers may have wanted to get as close to the sautéed variant of the original dish, but the constraints of delivery of the product in can form they were forced to add an unfavorable amount of preservative. This has created some horrific mass, a dire salted sludge, devoid of texture, abandoned by flavor, emitting a stench that possessed all the pleasure of a yeast infection.

I do not understand how Tesco can produce such a great (and by this I mean okay) product, under there own brand, while Epicure, and otherwise respected brand, can produce such a reduction of diarrheic vomit.

To sum it up, as far as taste, this was worse than Breakfast in a Can.

Do not buy this.

No fucking stars.

Marino coffee **UPDATE**

An update on my newsagents coffee article. The machine has been changed and so the coffee is no longer provides the experience of deep throating an ED-209. It now is officially 'meh'.


In related news the acclaimed coffee machine of Westland Row now plays samba music while it makes your coffee, no joke, and worth every cent.

Ultimate Breakfast Win

After seeing this I think I'll start eating breakfast again
The best line is "Caffeine shakes are gods way of saying you have started this day correctly "

http://i.imgur.com/flxfB.jpg

*UPDATE* Rudolph is en vogue

A quick update on my reindeer meat experience, now you can all have a try!
The guardian.co.uk website has reported that Lidl are now stocking reindeer steaks, I'll have to give it a go and make comparisons.

http://gu.com/p/2y5fv


*note* I am also informed by one of my sources that Ostrich steaks are also now available in Lidl.

I am considering a best of Lidl post at this time.

Nom Nom out.

Fashion food

Starting to see things like this come up more and more often recently, but this, this is brilliant fashion food http://luxirare.com/float/

Fast food; Localised

http://www.buzzfeed.com/gavon/fast-food-items-not-available-in-the-us-that-sho

Dessert? Really?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hasma

Avast Starbuck!

I, for one, would like to welcome our new venti overlords...etc...etc...yadda...yadda....
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-11023624

What 200 calories looks like

This will give you some idea of what you get out of what you put in.
Interestingly compare the Donut to the Bagel... who'd have thought it?
http://www.wisegeek.com/what-does-200-calories-look-like.htm

Dead Meat

It's been a long time...
How have you been?
I intend a new post soon,

meanwhile, eat your fucking dinner
http://www.whatthefuckshouldimakefordinner.com/

He drinks Tanora, she talks dirty in irish

Yeah yeah, I know, I still haven't eaten the spam. I'm leaving it in the press (read cupboard) until the time is right, say for instance a ELE or if I was in Iceland right now might seem like a good time.

In other news I soon also be drinking the now infamous Tanora and will presently be receiving it from one of my Nom-mules who smuggled it over the pale wall.




the pale wall, yesterday.^

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