Fusion food...
En passant, over on the southside of glasgow where my digs are, there is a fast food emporium offering haggis pakora. I haven't plucked* up the courage to try them, nor do I think I ever will.
*did you see what I did there?
More reports from the culinary badlands when something particularly revolting catches my eye.
les delices de Ballater?
One of the towns close to our new place is Ballater, a gateway to Royal Deeside, and consequently jammed with coaches and tartan at this time of year. It does, however, possess an excellent butcher, creator of many interesting sausages. I fear that the search for the ultimate novelty sausage is overtaking that of the pie in the affections of creative butchers up here (who can forget the Huntly Lasagne Pie?), however, I think that this time they have gone too far and have produced a pork and Irn Bru sausage.
I can only think that they have tried to combine the hangover curative properties of a fry-up and (allegedly) Irn Bru in one disgusting package, one to avoid.
Labels: sausages
dream a little dream...
I'm not much given to dreaming, or perhaps more accurately, I'm not much given to remembering my dreams, however, the other night I had a very vivid and strange dream which I thought I'd share:
I was sitting at a small table on the lawn in an unidentifiable and uncharacteristically neat garden, and writing a story on my laptop. My creative reverie was interrupted by a nose pressing me urgently in the side, the owner of the nose was a large smooth haired white dog about the size of an alsation, although altogether more solid than that breed. I pushed it away, and continued typing, only to be poked once again by the dog, this time I pushed it away more forcefully, absently noting, as it moved away, that on its hind legs it was wearing spangly pink high heels. I returned once again to my writing, and after a brief hiatus I became aware of the dogs activities once again; this time it was digging energetically in the very tidy border next to me, after a few moments it unearthed a limp and evidently dead badger. As I watched with mounting discomfort, it dragged the carcase away from me, and with the precision that I have seen dogs exhibit before, it placed its forepaws on what would be the badgers shoulders and with a quick toss of the head, stripped the pelt off the body, and began to eat it.
Naturally enough this was the point where I woke up, any suggestions will be treated with all the seriousness that dream interpretation merits!
Labels: dreams
