Posts by JackElder
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If a candidate was English, that wouldn't affect my vote - although if they went under the name of The Honourable Montague Smyth-Smithson-Smithe, Hereditary Margrave of Little Funtingdon that would probably count against.
Ah, you see - personally, if I had a chance to vote for the heriditary Baron Haden-Guest of Saling, he'd have my vote in a flash.
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This may sound naive, but what's the big deal about sublimation printing? I have a whole drawer of sublimated cycle tops.
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Strictly, that's not a cover of M.I.A. - it's a number from an old Bollywood movie that she remembered from her childhood, which she covered.
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It was just a poor example to choose for the satire because shushi is actually not difficult to make.
I'm going to assume that you're being deliberately obtuse here, because I thought I was ladling it on with a trowel. The actual foodstuff picked for the parody made no nevermind; I could have used cheese on toast, a jam sandwich, or pate de fois gras. I note that you ignored the chess part of the parody, presumably because it's easier to focus on an irrelevent detail rather than engage with the actual argument.
ObFood: happily, New World in Miramar have now redesignated their Cornish Pasties. Previously they were labelled "Meat Samosa". A case of mistaken fusion cuisine-spotting....
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Authenticity in food is all well and good, but there's a lot of fun to be had with one culture's reinterpretation of another's food. Plenty of good dishes are the result of a subtle (or drastic) modification of a traditional food to reflect availability of different ingredients in a new country, or the desire for the locals to have something with a bit more gravy. From pizza hawaiana to lemon chicken, chicken tikka massala in the UK to karee raisu in Japan, and apocryphally including the humble flat white, the results can be startling and worthwhile. Oftentimes the result is something that a member of the originating culture wouldn't recognise (or, indeed, eat if you paid them), but them's the breaks.
I ate a Japanese interpretation of a meat pie once. Interesting, but not an experiment I'd repeat. But green tea icecream, now...
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I bled once.
Did I lead?
Did I bollocks.
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Disclaimer: I quite like Fat Freddy's Drop.
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I got a bit turned off Sweetman after a column he did where he mentioned that people in a lift had been complaining to him that the music coming through his headphones was annoying. His response (I recall it as being to say something like "Sorry, but this is the sort of music you need to listen to loud!", but I could be wrong) is immaterial: any music reviewer without the nous to buy a decent enough set of headphones to basically eliminate aural bleed does not impress me.
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Repurposing industrial gasses is great. It's the same chemical composition, no matter what size container it comes in, right? I had a friend who, in the mid '90s, set up her own small catering company. This was for two reasons:
1) At the time, Moore Wilsons only gave out cards to companies rather than to individuals, and the ability to buy rice in 10kg bags easily was tempting for a student.
2) You could also buy "catering supplies" from Moore Wilsons. Such as supplies of the gas used to produce instant whipped cream/chocolate mousse. That gas better known by its chemical name, nitrous oxide.
So from the seeds of a small, only-on-paper catering company, a mighty legacy of sitting in the corner at parties sucking on an industrial whipped cream dispenser and laughing uproariously grew. Great fun.
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And another point: personally, I only have an a posteriori conception of felafel.