Right now, the Oxbridge boys preparing for the boat race will be knocking back 6,000 calories a day. If you think that’s a lot, then Michael Phelps regularly wolfs down 10,000 calories a day which is a feat in itself….
Passover was a bit of a fiasco in my final year at university.
As the only one with a car, I drove my Jewish housemate to the shops to help him stock up with easy-to-prepare food. It would be fair to say that cooking was not his strong point, so I helped him find some really idiot proof meals: fish fingers, chicken dippers, breaded cod – the sort of thing that he could pop in a medium oven for 10 minutes, and not entirely screw up….
On Saturday I found myself being dragged down to Fulham which always puts me in a bad mood.
At the end of a big night I spent a couple of hours sat on a friend’s doorstep while he tried to remember where he lived so he could come and let me in. Sadly he was looking for his house in Wimbledon. Annoyingly it was at Wandsworth Bridge Road….
What better way to kick-start the blog than with a scotch egg?
This intrinsically British dish contains three potentially unsavoury ingredients:
- Hard boiled egg (delicious when done right, but so much scope to create a hard, rubbery monstrosity)
- Sausage meat (intimidatingly pink and fleshy)
- Deep-fried breadcrumb outside (reminiscent of a night-out-in-Scotland-gone-wrong ending with battered food of any genre– pizza, mars bars, haggis…)