Yesterday morning, for my breakfast, I had a Pot Noodle. I do so once a year or so, but suspect I may have another one next week.
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One of the things I desperately want to do with fire is to cook with it. I mean, that’s a given. The first thought I have when faced with anything interesting is “what can I eat?”: that’s just who I am.
I’ve been working on a dish without a name. For a while I didn’t even realise that I was working on it. Let me tell you about it.
What I need to do is to take some time off from meat. I have to stop filling my plate with huge piles of the stuff; I don’t want it.
What I am looking for is something fresh and foreign, delivered to me at the time promised when I place my order. I want as little human interaction as possible, and I am willing to pay.
I suppose it started off as the thought of me being on some kind of competitive cookery show, where I am cooking at home and, unbeknownst to me, I am being monitored by a bunch of chefs from behind a bank of monitors.