The idiot needs you!

Yes, it’s true. The skillet wielding idiot needs you!

I’ve been wondering lately, which way to go in the oh so narrow and crowded field of food blogging. Is mindless ranting and rambling about cheese and the benefits of corn really the answer?

Why yes, ofcourse it is! There are a myriad of people writing about the proper way to cook a piece of bacon or how to assemble a burger. There are even more “show off chefs” attempting to sell the idea of complicated food, being really easy to make. I find myself amidst these titans of showmanship, screaming WHY !!! WHY NIGELLA WHY!!,  wanting to do something different, very different.

Which is why I now ask for you, the reader, to tell me why you want to read this, if you even read it at all, what would make you read it? More importantly, what would you like to see? More themed weeks or months? More focus on recipes (likely to happen), more fancy talk about why I am a good cook (less likely to happen), my relationship to fresh produce, in hipster haikus (if the planets align I’ll get on it), less rambling (I think we get the point, please stop).

So tell me, by way of commenting, what would make you return, what would make you read and nod, silently mouthing “fucking aye” as I drone on and on about my love for pizza and hatred for hipsters.

Tell me, oh please tell me.

Yours Truly

The idiot…. 

On Paleo, LCHF, Bulking and other buzzwords….

You hear it a lot, you see it a lot, in fact I think that the migraine you’ve acquired in recent memory, is partly because of it. You can’t take a simple walk outside to just enjoy a beer and a slice of pizza with your friends, without the eyes of judgement baring down upon you from all sides. ”Look at the fatties” says the uncombed hipster as he struts about in his low hanging wife beater, bearing his unshaved armpits and looking a bit, too comfortable, with the fact that he is the embodiment of hypocrisy. ”Oh god I can hear them breathing!” says the fitness girls, so slim that you can thread a needle with them.
The devil has many names and comes in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. He may have donned a curly mustache, a jacket once reserved for those who found truth at the bottom of a bottle. He may have been at the gym all day, working to make that ass of his appear rock tight. He may even, be sitting in the room with you right now, complaining about the non fat option being too fatty. No matter his guise or attempts at deception he is the devil and his mission is clear, to implement a new order of the ”elite people”, the beautiful ones that obtain their good looks through rigorous starvation and exercises designed to kill, rather than to free up untapped potential.

The new religion of the modern western world, is not all that different from past religions. There are a myriad of options, various

Summer, fire and fashionable nudity

Summer, what a hoot. Young men everywhere twist themselves into pants that prevent blood from circulating. If it is a part of the courting game or an attempt to crush the life out of any would be baby, is up to the individual to decide. What remains true is that summer is an awful awful, time of year.
Now the observant reader might be compelled to say ”You are still young, you like women, there are tons of them around during summer” and yes I do appreciate some candid reality. You might call me a bon vivant, when it comes to taking in the sight of tan 20’ies something women, baring more or less everything, such is the way of modern bikini fashion, less is more. Or so it seems, judging from the fire-red faces of every male here, they may think themselves as master tacticians ”Surely my sunglasses are a magical device that lets me creep on everyone, whilst I, to the naked eye, look as if I am reading Keats, Burroughs or Keruoac”. Such is the sad, sad reality, any given summer, anywhere in the world.

But no, no I tell you.