The Biscuit Chronicles Goes to Birmingham

I’ve handed my dissertation in!

Just had to share that… (very, very proud)

Now that’s out of the way, it’s full steam ahead with the next version of The Biscuit Chronicles. Having been working with some of the lovely, super-brainy folks up at Brum University who are thinking up ever more ingenious ways to look at, understand and perhaps address the issue of obesity, I am mid-rehearsals for smooshing together (technical term) cutting edge research, personal experience and the inevitable ‘science demonstrations’ that I just can’t resist doing (anybody with a spare lab coat and/or safety goggles please let me know).

It’s in a lovely space at the mac theatre and it’s part of a huge city-wide day of food-related events that anybody, really ANYONE who is anywhere near Brum should totally go to – curry cooking competitions, dancing, science, all kinds of weird and wonderful marvellousness made better by its free-ness and about food-ness.

The all important day is 28th September and it will be cracking – check the website for all the info and hope to see you there…. Just to tempt you, some comedy goods from a publicity photo-shoot for the event (big thank you to the talent that is Penny Dixie for her brilliant photos http://www.pennydixie.co.uk/)

GET YOUR LOVE HANDLES OUT! LOVE THAT POT BELLY! THE BISCUIT CHRONICLES IS A-COMING TO TOWN!

belly belly belly belly!

 

Love-handle lovin’

Meat and Two Veg

So, the initial up-all-night, bloodshot eyeballs-sellotaped-to-computer-screen of coursework essay writing is all out of the way and we’re back to the old looking out of the window whilst holding a book variety of revising that I specialise in.

However, there was a brief ray of welcome sunshine in the form of the adorable and inspirational Jolien Benjamin who is a fellow anthropology of food student.

She’s studying a module on space and place and I was delighted when she asked me to join in with helping her complete her non-text part of the course. She was looking at how people ate on the tube, the notion of snacking and food on the go, eating in public – all interesting stuff. On the day, less than a week before my essay deadlines, I did think ‘Is this a good idea? Spending half a day doing something fun and creative when I should be writing something informative about lots of dead white anthropologist men?’. I had a dither, weighed up my options and plumped with the creative option, figuring that the anthropologists could stick it for one more day.

It seems to me that I’ll look back on that and think ‘That was a day I made a good decision’. Honestly, I was on a high when we came back and when I saw the finished result I felt like I saw myself again – the seat of the pants, just be intuitive and responsive and it’ll all work out me who I’ve missed while I’ve head my head in a dusty tome. It felt good. Here’s the finished piece and watch this space – Jolien and I have plans for a take two.

 

Aftermath

To celebrate the fact that yesterday I turned 29 (and the DOEVERYTHINGBEFOREYOU’RE30! panic really set in) we had some friends over for the odd glass of wine, stories about poo and falling over the folding chairs. It was great. I really begin to feel that I have proper friends here, who drop in for tea and don’t mind if I do the same and bring me flowers wrapped in Christmas newspaper (Charlotte, I think you’re the business). I like to have a few things to eat on the table as:

a) it’s something to do for all those pregnant friends who’ve had their sly can of low alcohol French beer and don’t want to have alcopop babies

b) I have to have something to eat or I get smashed so quickly I’m singing flower of Scotland to the wardrobe before everyone has even arrived.

We bought some of those suspect looking Indian snacks in Tesco (I’m not a snack food snob – I love spicy shit in a plastic box as much as the next person) and the obligatory posh crisps (see picture). As it turned out, the Indian snacks didn’t happened before I got too drunk to work the oven so we’ll have them for tea today.

However, we did have some amazing trifle made by Neil (see big empty bowl) including home made madeira cake, tomato and mozarella salad (it’s the good shit), Jane’s chocolate dip and chocolate brownies.

I’d just like to draw your attention to this dish:

which turned out to be a surprise moment of inspiration. Having bought a mango and not wanting to just have mango on it’s own and thinking, shit, not enough things to dip things into (go go gadget innuendo!) I concocted a mango-based salsa and woohoo, it was tasty! Sweet, spicy and a bit zingy – good with most stuff and good for distracting attention when the poo stories come round again

One mango

Two tomatoes

2 inch chunk of cucumber

Half a red onion

Handful of coriander

One red chilli

Juice of one lime

Olive oil

Basically just chop everything up as small as your ham fists can manage, chuck in a bowl together and mix up. I added a bit of the dressing left over from the other salad. Tastiness.

Coming soon…

Now I have worked out how to get pictures from my phone onto my computer I am going properly start my blog :) I’ll have to start restrospectively but, hell, I’ve got to start somewhere.

Just to kick off, here is a post from today.

THE FIRST EGG! (the chickens definitely came first)



Perfect speckled egg from our most favourite chickens


And also the first snow… The winter is setting in – time for hot puddings :)

We’ve got eighteen chickens so when they’re all on the lay (soon soon their wee combs will all be radiantly red) we’ll have more eggs then we’ll know what to do with so all egg-based recipes (am I brave enough to try Thai preserved eggs?) gratefully received.

The first egg mayonnaise roll was SO good. Poor chickens, all that effort to lay one egg and we’ve just yammed it.