I have a conundrum. My problem is literary rather than culinary. I caused today’s difficulty when I wrote about The Man Who Wasn’t There. It was pretty straightforward writing about something that didn’t happen and somebody who wasn’t there to see it not occur. All that was easy enough. My issues started when I was handed this note by my friend who may, or may not, have made his second trip home from Australia since Christmas.
There is a tendency in many social circles to ‘name-drop’. I hate it. Only the other day, I was saying this to the Queen of England and she told me that neither she nor Michelle Obama approve of it. Bad enough at dinner parties and gatherings where people hob-knob but this ugly behaviour has now spread to food blogging.
I ask the question because I need something to hang this on. My piece of tuna is the shape (and nearly the size) of a baby grand. However, the answer does not lie there. I have been faffing around with this post for over a month now. I have procrastinated, prevaricated and generally beaten about the bush. It is not within me to just cook some food, photograph it and post it. I have to say something. The zing in this thing was the salsa verde. I followed a Jamie Oliver recipe pretty closely and it turned out very well. Then it would, would it not? He is one of the chefs who really is inventive and thoughtful. More than I can say about me and my bush beating. I will fill you in on the piano bit later.
Why does Anthony Worrell Thompson stick celery in his and sprinkles it with parsley?
Why does Julia Child crumble bay leaf into hers?
Why does Jamie Oliver needs two bottles of wine?
Why does Nigel Slater use one bottle in his?
Why does the Belfast Telegraph shove a chicken stock cube into theirs?
Why does Gordon F***** Ramsey recommend Irish Soda Bread with it?
Why does James Martin say to have it with mash?
Why does AWT above say to have it with new potatoes?
Why do ‘all recipes dot com’ not use carrots in theirs?
