It must be getting cold then, or have something to do with the boring lentil-potato-pasta diet the stingy humans seem to so delight in: I'm starting to get more and more of an urge to eat meat.
A recent boeuf bourgignon left me still hungry when I came back for seconds, but got me thinking about the unexploded, and as-yet-largely-undrunk supplies of self-made stout sitting in the pantry. Yes, beef and guinness pie definitely on the menu, doubtless to be improved by the je ne sais quoi of the herbes de provence, a cliché anglo-saxon that forms part of the rêve de consommation in whose geographic vagaries my pet human insists in indulging. Can anyone send me a decent recipe? As long as the pie (that's a terrible four-and-twenty joke, slap on the paw Hugo!) is tasty I won't even complain if the text is in unadorned English.
On the same note, I was both inspired and terrified to encounter this blog on the Guardian Food Monthly Website, penned by the author of the even more inspiring and terrifying blogjam dot cow--think Marinetti's Futurist Cookbook meets Jonathan Swift's Modest Proposal. I can only applaud the concept of home charcuterie--and can only hope that the spineless human can come to an amicable arrangement with its flatmates about using our cellar for something other than storing junk and bicycles--though will be interested to see how the alphabet progresses.
Ants, Blesbok, Crocodile...as I write this I'm impatiently awaiting the letter D. Do yummy, plummy South Australians served with Mayo count as fair game? H co
uld be more problematic, of course. If humans threaten to eat me I'll have to eat them, endangered or otherwise. Unless, of course, we can compromise on finding a tasty recipe to serve up this dry and tasteless morsel, who (fingers crossed) should soon be stripped of his parliamentary immunity from the garlic crusher:I await your serving suggestions!
1 comment:
wow! I understand she hit ya, Hugo!
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