Over the past few months I’ve built up a vast bank of food posts. Hundreds of photos. The problem is, I can’t really remember the recipes for many of them. And I mean this is a serious food blog. Very serious. Lots of serious cooking, stern photography and in-depth analysis. So, on that basis, I have opted for posting Bacon Wrapped Cheese Stuffed Chicken with Fondant Potatoes.
I was discussing money-making schemes the other day. You know the kind of thing – creative thinking. Blue-sky discussion. There’s a box, right over there. Now go get in it and then step out of it, whilst thinking.
One idea that came to mind was supper clubs. How could you make money from that? Provide support to people who want to start one? Recipes, equipment, online networking?
While I was sitting on the sofa playing with the new Xbox One (it’s great – you yell at it instructions and it does stuff e.g. ‘Xbox On’ and it switches on. I’m trying to teach it the command ‘Xbox More Wine!’ but it isn’t quite there yet. Any I have (shock) completely lost my train of thought. What was I prattling about…
…oh yes, while watching telly a woman was explaining why she held supper clubs. She was single and liked cooking but didn’t want to cook for one. So she started a supper club. What surprised me was that generally the people who came didn’t really know each other.
And people do it for different reasons – making friends, looking for love and of course people who like eating. She had some tips – keep it simple; you don’t want to spend all evening in the kitchen. Offer something to eat as soon as people turn up, otherwise they will drink too much and you could end up with a fight/orgy on your hands. And don’t expect reciprocation. Not everyone likes cooking!
Anyway, I have no intention starting a supper club. Much too much hassle. But I know what I would serve up if I did. It would be my go-to favourite dinner. Meat and potatoes with a bit of greenery (to keep the health police quiet). Sirloin Steak with Fondant Potatoes and Bok Choy.
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.