Although the Hairy Bikers are my favourite cooks, the chap who hosts the ‘Man v Food’ programme on cable is rapidly catching them up. Adam Richman’s modus operandi is to travel the States taking on massive food eating challenges – like eating 7lb burgers in an hour or a gallon of ice cream in 30 mins.
Actually he doesn’t do it anymore – I think the doctors probably told him he was killing himself – so now he is going around the country getting members of the public to take on food eating challenges instead – clever!
Anyway, one programme they went to a diner where they served enormous crab cakes, and what I liked about those crab cakes was they contained crab…and hardly anything else. And they were big. So I thought I’d try and replicate.
That crab shell reminds me of Zippy from Rainbow on 1970’s children’s TV…
This is my Christmas present to myself. I will report back on what it was like though…
This will be destroyed on Boxing Day…
In this wonderful Isle we aren’t allowed to shop before 11am or after 5pm on Sundays (except in little shops for some wierd reason) – even on the day before Christmas Eve.
The only person I know who still goes to church is my mother, and, given the rapture, armageddon, doomsday (call it what you will) didn’t come to pass two days ago, i doubt whether many people will be swapping a trip to the local supermarket for a session on their knees praising the almighty.
Anyway, obviously today is going to be hell on earth for those foolhardy enough to venture out. Of course there are some who have no choice. Like me. I needed brussel sprouts and I needed the ingredients for Pigs-In-Blankets – two essential Christmas meal items.
I’d been awake since about 3am since our opposite-neighbours introduced us to the concept of 24 hour daylight with their latest festive lighting arrangement (it’s getting more outrageous each year), so by 10am I was getting bored has hell:
Goddamn it we are still here. The end of the world, once again, did not come to pass.
And I laid a bet with Paddy Power that a massive meteor would hit Brighton and wipe out the whole of Western Europe, forcing the USA to forge a new ‘Special Relationship’ with Sierra Leone. The odds on that happpening were 2500-1, I mean with a dead-cert like that how could I lose?
But, unbelievably, lose I did. So I made my go-to ‘dish of condolence’ – honey and mustard salmon with fondant potatoes. To be honest i’ve posted these two items several times, but never together so that kind of makes it okay.