Pompous copywrite alert: Um, er... I thought of it first. Okay?
I'd not have thought it possible, but I've uncovered yet another drawback of living in this foetid backwater of this dismal country. We've pigs, sheep, sexy highland cattle, plebeian beef and dairy herds, bits of wheat and lots of rape seed ... and no fucking chook farms. Why? What's wrong chook farming? The nearest thing to a chook farm is a big place on the road out that has a small flock of semi-pet ducks and geese.
Perhaps they eat duck eggs. In that case they're probably grotesque. How do they bake? Do you ever see recipes with ingredient specs incorporating sub duck eggs for hen eggs? Not even Delia?
There's a foodie quest ... a recipe book sub-ing duck for hen, for the pretentious family in the big house on the road out of town who have ducks (and geese) rather than hens.
Just add slake lime, then cook for a long as possible
Saturday, 13 October 2007
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