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This country! I despair!

Simon has very definite views on food.

We live in a country where supermodels are more important than fennel. Think about that.

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Supper is dinner with its shirt undone. It's relaxed, languid, louche. It's Sunday-ish. It's Sundayissimo. If 'dinner' is a middle manager from Leicester sucking up to Japanese clients, 'supper' is an Italian language student, sunning himself on a June Sunday evening in Hyde Park, stretched out on one of those picnic rugs, tossing his floppy mane like a Tuscan Hugh Grant.

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Point your 'mouse' at our recipes, or whatever it is you do. Feast on our knowledge. Source what we source, flay what we flay. But please. Shave first.

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Whatever it takes to get Posh Nosh to BBC America, I will do.


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Jan. 20th, 2006 07:19 pm (UTC)
oh man this is fabulous
count me in on your master plans
Jan. 20th, 2006 07:29 pm (UTC)
I'm still formulating the plans ... but I know they will be abused in white truffle oil and samphire.
Jan. 20th, 2006 07:59 pm (UTC)
How delightful!
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Jan. 20th, 2006 08:38 pm (UTC)
Embarrass and hot-bubble your baby parsnips for no more than 9 minutes. Savage them into quarters and, while they're still warm, splash-drop a top-tablespoon of vinaigrette. There are some incredibly overpriced vinegars on the market. Any of them will do.

Jan. 20th, 2006 08:17 pm (UTC)
My first food was mummy's tit. That was it. I knew, then, food was my life. I mean, it was bliss. Of course it was! Mummy was free-range ...Africa, Norfolk...and she was most certainly organic. I mean, my god, Mummy loved her scotch, but she never mixed it with pesticide. Even at the end.

Jan. 20th, 2006 09:13 pm (UTC)
You'll need a great jus pot. I still have my great-great-great grandfather's. He was in the slave trade in Nigeria. He drank himself to death. And then he killed himself. Drink, the Curse of the Marchmonts. And suicide. The other curse!
Jan. 20th, 2006 08:36 pm (UTC)
...If we had peace in the Middle East, life would be perfect.

INTERVIEWER: Why the Middle East in particular?

MINTY: That's where we go to buy dates.

Amen to that.
Jan. 20th, 2006 09:19 pm (UTC)
Look for texture and attitude as well as roundedness and plumpness. You'll just know when you see the star. What's the name of that pop group?

The Beatles?

No, the other lot.

Herman's Hermits? The Strawbs? Take That?

That's it! I never watch television but I caught them once out of the corner of my eye. And it was immediately obvious. The camera was focused on the wonky one. But one just knew the star was Robbie.
Jan. 21st, 2006 04:05 pm (UTC)
Ha, Take That! I used to have a wristwatch with them on the dial.
Jan. 20th, 2006 09:04 pm (UTC)
oh dear me i will die if i don't see that
Jan. 20th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Apparently there are only eight TEN-MINUTE episodes!!! First of all, I do believe that will fit on a single DVD, so someone needs to get cracking. Second: make more!
Jan. 21st, 2006 02:24 am (UTC)
Jan. 21st, 2006 05:02 pm (UTC)
Brilliant! I'd pay for TV to see THAT!
Jan. 26th, 2006 12:52 am (UTC)
I just happened to run across your journal ... by following a (very short) trail of breadcrumbs from cuppy's journal

I like you! and I don't say that often or add people generally because I am way too antisocial for my own good probably but I feel compelled to try and befriend you

Jan. 26th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Yay! New friends are always good :)
Jan. 26th, 2006 01:02 am (UTC)
well, double yey!

thanks for the add :)
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