Wednesday 18 August 2021

Food Porn

 

Montalbano enjoying Adele's Arancini

 
Recipe for Arancini:
 

 

But before we allow ourselves to be carried away by Sicilian delicacies, here's mr ishmael on Food Porn:
 
It was mr mirage made in heaven, prompted me to stop eating animals.  Eating flesh has been a bugbear since I stopped being  a vegetarian last time, in the 'seventies.  Since then it had been a guilty sort of pleasure although pleasure is a word I don't really associate with eating, less and less so, in fact,  since the creation of food porn on the CrueltyTelly.  If I ever met this pair of insufferable jumped-up burger slingers I would unhesitatingly give them a good Georgeing;* those two or any of them; their ouevre is revolting, surely, to any of decency.
 
The fetishising of food, though, has grown almost unavoidable. A poet I once knew wrote of  the supermarket aisles being filled with ...... strange fruits and swollen roots and popping corn in packets from the CIA; those aisles are now much more alien, as people forage among them for the ingredients to make a Thai curry, or Pasta 'Ncasciata. 
 
* Georgeing? No idea. Any ishmaelites like to hazard a guess?
 Subsequently - Undoubtedly George Galloway.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

George Galloway? Might be him if the extract dates from the time GG fired a round of fucks into Congress about Iraq. Probably not but nothing else comes to mind.

v./

Mike said...

Mr verge's fits the context, but from Mr I, I would have been expecting something a little more violent.

GG ripping arseholes at that Congressional hearing, when the bastards would have shipped him off to Gitmo for one false word, is one of my all-time youtube favorites. In fact I might re-watch now.

mrs ishmael said...

Sorry, I lost the date of the original - the old Blogger used to do that: it would substitute the date of viewing for the date of drafting. New Blogger retains the date of drafting, which makes my task easier, as I trawl through the material in Blogger's back offices.
The only other George I could think of was Osborne, but all he did was twitch, sneer and look sick.
Link, please, mr mike. And I'm expecting a review of your arancini once made, as the Youtube recipe was to celebrate our shared love of Sicily and Montalbano. It is far too complicated for me, I fear.

Mike said...

Mrs I:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5u1skEoqLs

This is a gem worth listening to every minute. There is 6.45 minutes preamble where they lay out the charges, then George opens up with all guns. He has brass balls - considering the consequences. Even with the little jew at the end he did not hold back.

Once I have worked on the arancini I will advise. Tonignt it was a simple dish of spaghetti with prawns in a garlic, chili and creme sauce. Washed down with a lightish Italian red.

mrs ishmael said...

Thanks, mr mike, you have convincingly supported mr verge's hypothesis. George Galloway it is. And very impressive he was, too.
You are drinking imported Italian? I thought Australia had some significant reds of its own.

Mike said...

Can't remember who said it: "so little time, so many reds".

Yes we have very good reds here, and also from NZ. I particularly have a soft spot for Argentinian and Chilian reds. Not much of quality makes it from Europe.

But no, the Italian red I was referring to was "Two Italian Boys Shiraz" which I think originates in Victoria here. Its a cheap everyday quaffer, but amazingly good for the price ($7, delivered). If its something with chili in, no need to be over-snobbish.

When I walk the Camino routes, after a few hours walking I find I hallucinate about food and wine. En route, the local wines at 2-3 euros in a bar are very drinkable (but only after the day's walk). Happy day, unlikely to come again.

Mike said...

Correction: Sangiovese not Shiraz.