Perfect Food ©
By
Michael Casey
Well
I’ve just mastered WPS2019, ok I clicked in the right place, the menu
is slightly different so it threw me. Yes I’m stupid but the non beta
version is cleaner so you have to tell it to drop down the options from
the Blue Home button. Yes I know a two year old could work it out, but I
like things that I’m used to.
Such
as food. Yes I am a simpleton, I lived on frozen food such were my
working hours and timetable. The MSG on the frozen food could have caked
my veins and subsequently led to my unplanned quadruple heart bypass 4
years ago. However I used to go and see bands in a very smoky bar for
years, before everybody got trendy and banned smoking everywhere. Not
forgetting working with noisy and dirty printers in my early print room
days. So it my not have just been bad diet.
Which
brings me to today’s theme, perfect food. I have some Iceland frozen
chicken kiev ready, some Irish sausages, the Richmond ones, and some
sweetcorn with seeded bread all lined up for my dinner. So that’s a
perfect dinner for me. We are lucky in our house because my small
daughter is turning into a Little Chef, not the food places, but she can
really cook. We have some fancy knives which she knows how to use,
maybe Delia Smith will adopt her in future. So when I’m not making my
DIY dinner my small daughter can and will impress.
There
is a pause now while I cook and eat my dinner, I’ll have a gossip with
my daughter too once she gets home from school. And yes if you are
interested my left shoulder came out to play today, PAIN on a plate
served up with plenty on wincing, WINCING, not MINCING, what kind of
writer do you think I am? If I had any flesh lettuce left I’d slap the
backs of your legs, go google Larry Grayson while I go eat.
Well
its 7 hours later, no I’m not a greedy pig eating for that long, though
in the old days sometimes the King would not eat for a day or so, hence
the Feasts. I had my food and then a pain induced nap, it does tire you
out, and yes it may bore you too hearing about it, but this is this
writer’s life these past few years.
I
am reminded of a Feast or rather a Chinese friend’s Wedding Meal, when
each guest brought some food. There was loads of variety, and plenty to
eat, a DIY banquet, and afterwards it was cleared away fast as they only
had the church hall for so long. I did shed a tear at that wedding
because as the man was pronounced Man and Wife a friend or even the Best
Man handed him the phone so he could tell his Mother back in China that
now he was married. My own mother was long dead when I was married, so
maybe that day 10 years ago or so reminded me of my own mother not on
any phone.
But
back to food, it does not have to be perfect, if it is properly cooked,
or even if it is cheap and cheerful food, what matters are who you are
eating it with. Obviously you need to stay out of my way if I am eating,
and yes I do eat with my mouth open. Barry and Julie were forever
telling me off, but I always ignored them. Food is the breaking of
bread, and the way people eat can reveal a lot. Poor people, simple
people, Farmers if you like, they eat more with their hands and will
tear the bread, and share the bread. I hope I’m still like that. Que
Aproveche is the Spanish if memory serves, no doubt my Spanish readers
will smile when they see that.
A
meal should do you well, it should not just be a mechanical thing, we
are not just machines as some doctors might like to think. Perfect food
should have taste and quality and variety. Try Ukrainian apples from
your local store, try a different cheese, try a different bread. Don’t
stay in the Ghetto of Taste, we always eat sliced white, we never eat
anything else. Yes, if in the end you are Warburton white person, that’s
fine, but if you can be grabbed by your baguettes with a different
butter or marg on top, then be tempted.
Food
is not a Sin, besides we have past Lent and Easter day now, so wipe off
the Cadburys from your smile and be tempted by all kinds of everything,
and I don’t mean make a pass at Dana. That’s why we all go on holiday,
to try different foods and drink. If you are a boring person, you’ll
expect egg and chips everywhere you go and Manuel should speak the
Queen’s English. Or perhaps if you are American you want Burger King
everywhere, and to stay in your island of friends, experiencing just
yourselves, and not the location you are it. Little America but in X Y
or Z. I’m sure my American readers might be upset by me saying that. I
just want you to all THINK.
And
finally just to make Peace with the Americans, when my dad discovered
Hamburgers in 1968 or thereabouts while we were in Rhyl Wales he thought
they were so good he had 6 of them one after another and waited for the
street vendor to cook them for him. I can actually remember the place
with a low wall where they were being cooked. My own record is 3
hamburgers in a row after a rugby match, where I was playing, maybe 45
years ago.
This
is simple food, far from Perfect Food, but at the time and place on a
family holiday it was perfect as far as we were concerned. I’ve had
Chinese dumplings in Shanghai too, my mother in law had all of them and
brought them to the hotel in the city centre where we were staying. The
other locals were disgusted that she bought all of them so they had to
wait. I ate too many and the result was disgusting too, as I blocked the
toilet once they went through my perfect stomach.
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