Kebabs

I'm sober and I'm eating one. The lengths some folk will go to to stay
alive when the people who usually cook are out for the night.

 

Food of the gods mate.
Lotsa chilli sauce, lots of veg, lots of onion.
Healthy balanced diet if you ask me.

 

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A long time after I cooked my first kebab I learnt what they were called.

Aged about seven or eight, I used to pool my pocket money with a friend,
(9d each) and we'd buy a rabbit and cook it on a spit over a wood fire,
with a couple of nicked-from-the-pantry spuds in the embers.

Sometimes, rabbits weren't available (it was during rationing), and if
there were no pigeons either we'd buy some whalemeat, cut it into chunks
and skewer them on withies, then cook them in the flames. Self-basting,
they were, and when cooked, not entirely unpalatable.

The stuff was rather like the carnal equivalent of a drink from the
Nutrimat Machine - not entirely unlike meat.

 

If you stick to the shish meats, (especially the chicken), and go easy on
the sauces, they're not that unhealthy at all.

 

I've only ever had one Kebab, I bought it when I was working late one night
in Slough. It gave me a bad tummy for three days.

 

Jolly tasty are squirrels. Make a good addition to a stew or game pie.

 

Ugh, all they are is rats with a good PR department.

 

Must have been a forgiving butcher if he still bought the rabbits...

Somewhere I have a recipe for squirrel pie, and another for casseroled
squirrel.

There's one in the kitchen ATM awaiting skinning.

In those days you were lucky to get more than a few ounces of meat a
week. Fish and whalemeat were not rationed though.

 

Whinging Courier said...

Ask Elly about the kitchen cupboard she opened at my old place in
Worksop.

AT the height of my 'single bloke who can't cook' stage I had a loyalty
discount card from the local chippy, and my regular Chinese takeaway's
delivery driver knocked on my door to ask if I was ok when I didn't
place an order for a week.

 

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If you mean empty, mine are the same. I've got salt, a box of tea bags
and a bag of sugar in one and in the fridge I've got two tubs of butter
and what's left of a two litre milk carton.

See, people care, and it comes from the most unexpected quarters
sometimes.

Bit of a shock though, did this make you slow down on the oriental
goodness or just encourage you to eat more?

 

Whinging Courier said...

No, a 600mm wide unit crammed to the top with washed and dried Chinese
take-away containers and lids all stacked together neatly. I'd already
had to empty the cupboard of them the year before because I ran out of
room. You can stack a hell of a lot of chinky containers in a 600mm base
unit The fridge was empty aside from milk, half a loaf of bread and some
cheese.

I called them with my usual order. I figured they might need the
business.

 

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There's a chinky in Shepherds bush that does a variety of about 40 or so
different dishes and they're all 2 quid. They come in containers like
that. Crispy duck, noodles whatever you want. Their blackbean sauce is
to die for.

Heh, you'd been shopping that day then?

All's well that ends well.

I like a happy ending.

 

Rusty Hinge 2 wrote:

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....but you have to catch it first? Tricky coves, squirrels.

 

I read a recipe for sweet and sour squirrel in an airgun magazine some
8 yrs or so ago... Apparently its rather pleasant...

 

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It's like an episode of River Cottage round here now.

"This week, I'll be baking a squirrel pie and showing how to build a
mantrap for the animal rights protestors."
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That's dreadful, the miserable bastards.

I was stuck with my own cooking; asparagus soup with home-made wholemeal
bread, curried chicken kebabs (on skewers, not in a pitta like yours)
with a satay dip and roasted winter vegetables. There was pud but I was
too stuffed.

Hopefully your staff will make amends.

 

Gyp said...

Innit just?

Sounds horrible, glad I didn't eat with you.

Don't call them staff, they'll want paying.

 

Oddly, whenever we've called up to see if you need feeding, I don't
recall you ever being fussy... But perhaps that's because you would
force down whatever T presented you with regardless