No-one here likes potato and
cauliflower curry
I just had it to
myself. Not so remarkable when there's just BLISS, DLL and me around.
But amazing when MM is around. Normally when he's around, the
contents of the fridge and the cupboards quake, their half-lives
drastically reduced. It was very good. Contrasting textures. Slightly
crisp fresh cauliflower, well cooked, velvety potatoes. High cumin
seed count.
BLISS' food fatigue
BLISS tweeted
“what to eat? Curry two days running. Tired of Chinese and Italian.
#suggestionsonapostcard”
That's probably
why I'm half a big again as I was, and she's hardly changed. I don't
get that food fatigue thing. I was considering (partly to inspire the
odd paragraph here and there) trying a month of different curries. I
tend to go to the same old stand-bys for the occasional curry, with a
rare experiment with something out of the ordinary. With a month of
curry (or Chinese, or whatever) to face, and necessity being the
mother of invention and everything, you'd be forced to explore some
of the more obscure dishes.
Apart from
Indian, I struggle to find a cuisine that has a vegetarian outlook.
Most see vegetables as part of a dish, with meat or fish, or as an
accompaniment. Take the wheat and gluten out of the equation and it
gets harder still to come up with ideas to tempt a jaded palate. We
were talking about this. I find it rare now to sit in a meeting with
more than a couple of people, where someone's gut is rumbling loudly
enough for all to hear. I don't remember it being like that before so
much of the average diet was sourced from processed foods and
supermarkets.
While the cheap
political shots rain down on the usual suspects, booze, Melvins,
etc., on the health basis, where's the supermarket tax? The processed
ready-meal tax? The freezer, clingfilm, polystyrene and cardboard box
tax?
John Lee Hooker for President
I've been listening to Ry Cooder's
'Pull Up Some Dust And Sit Down'.
“Man, what's shakin'?
You can't come in here, man, dis where
the president hang out...”
We don't really have that star name to
Prime Minister thing going here. It might not be such a bad idea. It
might rekindle the interest of a disenfranchised electorate and raise
the embarrassingly low turn outs. We don't have politicians to be
proud of. I can't think of a Prime Minister that would lead a Commons
punch-up, if question time ever got really nasty, and expect the
troops to follow. Now. Martin Johnson. Press headlines all over the
place here, full of hyperbole, accusations of “disgrace” and
“letting us all down”. Johnson's response in the press
conference? “Rugby players drink beer. Shock, horror. Move on.”
One of those rugby payers involved in the dwarf-chucking antics about
to marry a royal? No matter. Johnson defended his guys and dismissed
the journos with a one-liner. Can you imagine Blair, Brown, or
Cameron?
“MP's fiddle expenses. Duh? What'ya
gonna do?”
No. Plenty of excuses, false promises
to close the loopholes even while finding new ones to exploit, more
of the usual look-after-number-one-and-my-mates-at-the-banks garbage.
“Yeah. They're still getting massive
bonuses for screwing everyone over. Just how it is, people. Move on.”
“There's just one point I want to
prove,
If you vote for John Lee Hooker, you're
gonna groove”
Gets my vote.
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