I don’t know about anyone else, but for me, seeing my Dad on telly, in the newspaper or in a bookshop window for the last 20 years has been a strange, sometimes very difficult, but ultimately enriching experience. In life, we need people to identify with, to validate us, to exchange affirmations, to say “No your bum doesn’t look too big in those leiderhausen”. So, when that fickle mistress Fame comes sweeping into your life, be it directly or otherwise, it fucks with your head man. Chat to mates, lovers, wives-go to any pub, cafe, restaurant, supermarket and I’m sure you’ll be able to strike up a convo about football, women , knitting, kids, in-laws etc. But pull up a pew in your local and say “My Dad’s in the Daily Mail again” or, in my dads’ case “I bumped into that Dame Edna Evarage in Wogans green room again last week” it’s unlikely that the response will be “Me too”.
Anyway the point is all kids want are love & their mum & dads’ approval, and I’ve finally got it from my Dad. I’ve inspired him & he inspires me. So big up my Dad & check out his blog http://keithfloyduncorked.blogspot.com. WORD IS BOND, YO.
Enough of the summer frivolity, goodbye long days, tennis, cucumber sandwiches, lashings of ginger beer, white cider, fighting & divorce…And hello the inky blackness & deep soul of the winter. Word.
Coming up, we’ve got Sweet Potato, Bacon & Sweetcorn Chowder and Floy-deez Far-out Fajita Feast to see out the last few days of sunshine.
I’m still pondering on what to do for the next M.C.C. My young apprentice has suggested Veggie Burgers…Why not? Mind you, if someone had even mentioned the word “Veggie” in my cheffing days, they would have been pinned to the door of the walk-in fridge with my Henckel carving fork quicker than you can say “Jaimie Oliver is a talentless tosser”. Aaah, how times have changed. Yourz…The Sense.x
This just got me & my apprentice, Tom, really excited. It’s pretty easy, too, using classic Asian ingredients like ginger, coriander, noodles, soy sauce and some beef, you know the kind of caper…Toss your wok in the air like you just don’t care, & if you got on clean underwear somebody say “Oh yeah”…Check the method…
Last week we went Mondo Bongo Italiano with slow cooked Tomato & Basil sauce, three colours salad & a garlic bread recipe that’s sharper than the creases in a pair of stay-press trousers. Yet, despite our best efforts, the forces of darkness were @ work that night, and the ancient scrolls containing the recipe manuscripts were stolen.At this very moment the M.C.C. is on an Indiana Jones type mission deep in the South American jungle attempting to recover the aforementioned ‘scripts. Wish us luck…MCC Sensi.
I made this 3 times last week, and all in the name of teaching men to cook. Oh, the selflessness of it all.(Yeah, alright w**nker…Ed)
Anyroad, it’s proper tasty…For 4/5 peepers you need: 1kg diced chicken, 4 onions, 8 cloves of garlic(good 4 u), 2 thumbsized pieces ginger, 1 green chilli, 1 tin coconut milk, 3 tblsp plain yoghurt, 3 punches(handfuls)dessicated coconut, 10 cardamon pods, 4 cloves, 2 bayleaves, 2 tsp ground coriander, 3 tsp turmeric, 3 tsp cumin, 1 tsp curry powder, pinch of cinnamon. Now check the method…
Eyes down & watch this space… Like a Star Wars franchise, we keep coming back. The M.C.C. is currently locked down in the “lab” ready to unleash mucho mas culinary goodness to the converted & non-believers alike. We know no boundaries or prejudice, just passion, flavours & living La Vida Loca. We are the Ricky Martins of cyberspace-tight trouser wearing, cuban heal rocking hombres of the cocina…”Back, forward-cha-cha-cha…forward, back,cha-cha-cha.”