I Blame Joe Slavko
I am sure that the overwhelming majority of my fellow cherished Charioteers remember Joe.
He came to the old MyT sbout the same time as myself. I still harbour the suspicion that he was paid by the DT to pour out his regular blogs ‘pour encourager les autres’. Mattered not one whit. He was pure dead brilliant.
One strand was his ‘Evening Meal’ of which this link is one of his less sweirie-word exemplars.
Believe it or not, his nosh blogs were what set me off on the road to fine food preparation. Down which I am still travelling.
It’s Embran Festival time yet again and Mrs M and I are at fever pitch with her performing and me appreciating. Night off for me as she is appearing in Szymanowski’s Third Symphony for which I would not step off the pavement, let alone attempt to cross the road.
So, she went off this morning at 8 am for a four hour rehearsal in the knowledge that she had to be back to perform by 6.30 pm tonight. I assured her that I would make the tea in good time. Googled and settled on warm smoked mackerel fillet with beetroot hash cakes, poached egg and spicy tomato chutney.
Picked up the ingredients during the lunch interval at Lords (still think ‘we’ can win) and started in to create at or about 4.30 pm. I reckoned without a young Cocker Spaniel who is convinced that any kitchen activity of any sort involves preparation of food for him which he needs to leap up and sample and, more importantly, duff cooking instructions.
‘Parboil the potatoes for nine minutes and allow them to cool’. Well, I’ve always been a libertarian but the plain fact is that potatoes take total advantage of our better nature and make absolutely no effort when it comes to cooling, in my opinion. By the time they got to the point where I could grate them without suffering second degree burns, Mrs M was pulling on the black togs for the dash back to the Usher Hall.
Tea time will, accordingly, be about 10.30 pm for us tonight. Thanks Joe.