I took a sideways swipe at this subject a few days ago.
There is a programme over here called ‘The Great British Menu’ and I would guess that other countries are suffering similar fare.
Apparently it is absolutely necessary to source a wild boars head from Transylvania, scorch all it’s whiskers off and then remove about 3 cubic centimetres from the cheeks, which you then place in a saucepan with some acetaia Leonardi vinegar, a finely chopped cahuil quinoa from Peru and three pints of rose water. You then reduce this over a 12 hour cooking period to an egg-cup full(Never letting the temperature rise above 64degs. Lo,TG Ed) and then smear it on a plate to accompany roast fetlock of New Forest pony, a tower of seasonal vegetables with a crisped up rhubarb stick lightly seasoned with some lemon verbena [Argentinian of course] accompanied by a carrot foam ……….. and for pud, a lovely cockerel’s comb ice-cream.
I am beginning to find the time, money and food wasted on these ‘experiences’ to be more than slightly obscene.
Oh dear I think I’m beginning to turn in to Mr Woppit …….
………. and don’t get me started on the gladiatorial ‘reality’ programmes!!!!!!
Ah yes I know which programme you mean….!!!! The one with the Crab and tea-smoked mackerel tarts with duck egg mayonnaise followed by Earl Grey Tea cream & Eccles Cakes.Such culinary nonesense…. whats wrong with egg & chips???
Or Fray Bentos pies…..
Note to foreign visitors – 70’s lives up ‘Norff’ and Diane escaped from up ‘Norff’ – nuff said.
I have not seen it and I am foreign but hey…should they not stick to cheddar and crisp sandwiches (one of my favorites) followed by appetizing black current jelly?
I am with 70 what’s wrong with a good old dripping of fish and chips?
Sylvie would see more TV if Fuelmyblog let her. Shame.
I love the show, it is great, they keep mentioning Coulies or something that sounds like goolies.
I didn’t realise what a gourmet Sylvie was ….. and Kevin – you are a very hard taskmaster [please send me tips - thanks]
ahem…I don’t need to watch these fancy programmes…remember the frogs are born with coulis in their veins…
…… and a wine bottle with teat attached for when they are lickle babies …….. ahhhhhhhh
never done us any harm…
Just to say …..between you and Mr W who is taking the pebble (or raspberry coulis drizzled on a bed of ripe passion fruit) out of who’s hand is who’s??
Oh good, 70’s is making absolutely no sense …….. again.