Is there anything better than a roast chicken for dinner on a Sunday? Well, yes, naked group sex in a jacuzzi is better, but if you restrict the choice to food I mean. Pizza in Naples. Ok. No, well, that is better. Tapas in Seville washed down with local wine. Fair enough. Bratwurst and beer in Frankfurt. Stop already, you made your point. There's a whole lot that's a whole lot better than roast chicken on a Sunday. But if you're stuck at home and the shops are closed and the restaurants are full and you lack the energy or inspiration to open a cookery book then nothing beats a roast chicken for Sunday dinner. And yes, I do think that vegetarianism is a lifestyle choice sensible eaters should pay no heed to. They have no word for it in Mandarin. Don't think Inuit culture shelters many nut roast nibblers either. On an associated point, I wonder how the government's latest food fascist diktat on the maximum quantity of red meat people should eat squares with evolutionary science (for are we not descendants of carnivores)? And is it true that vegetarians have a lower incidence of bowel cancer, as surely they must since they eat no meat at all? Food for thought.
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