In article <5adsc9F2nipr1U1 (AT) mid (DOT) individual.net>, paul (AT) rasf1 (DOT) net says...
We recently stayed on a trout farm near Ballerat in Victoria.

The fish we were served for dinner had been caught about 10 mins
previously. "No point in bothering them until you're ready to eat
them." Was the cook's comment..

The next night we had fabulous, slow roasted, lamb, also grown on the
farm. I still maintain a lamb each was a little OTT though..

T.
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Jeff York penned the following at 09/05/2007 7:34 AM:

Never sell the boat. Learn to cook, maybe?

I don't call myself a chef but, I put some effort in, my guests inform
me they have generally eaten well. [Generally, they're a bit drunk by
then so maybe I'm overestimating my culinary skills.]

At one time I counted myself somewhat of a connoisseur of dining out.
My, limited, research concluded; the wine list can put a hefty price
right into the stratosphere, it's more the experience of professionalism
than the specifics of the meal that make it worthwhile, and you never
want to get into a Port drinking contest with a restaurateur who is
proud of his cellar.
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Cheerie-vederci . . .

j a m e s

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
-- Gilbert Keith Chesterton

2007-05-08, Shevek wrote:
Kimi

Alonso

Kimi

Massa


-peter

To be fair, it depends on the era and the place. Growing up in London in
the Seventies was bad news, food-wise. All industrial white sliced
bread, fish fingers, tasteless cheddar and mountains of frozen food. Few
fresh products and a lot of processed rubbish. The traditional Sunday
roast was our only relief from that relentlessly dull (and unhealthy)
cuisine.

When I first arrived here I couldn't believe the wealth of stuff on
offer. Butchers, bakers, fishmongers, cheese shops and outdoor markets
with fantastic fresh fruit and veg everywhere. I'd never seen anything
like it in London. The supermarkets had crushed all those out of
existence. They've slowly come back, but only recently.

Nowadays London is a foodie's paradise, but it certainly wasn't like
that before. With all due respect to the Brits, they've only been
gastronomically aware (and very much so!) for 20-odd years. Prior to
that, their culinary reputation throughout Europe was justifiably bad.

Let's be honest here : Euro snobbery notwithstanding - there was no
smoke without fire. It was crap... :-)
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ric at pixelligence dot com

ric zito wrote:

Are you talking about eating out or home cooking? I too remember the
Prawn Cocktail-Fillet Steak-Black Forest Gateau washed down with Blue
Nun-Black Tower-Mateus Rose era, but even then there was some great
food served in some of our restaurants. Maybe I was lucky, living near
Oxford, but I can still recall some classic meals which I was lucky
enough to enjoy.

Don't knock fish fingers, some of the better whole fish ones can be
very nice... I remember Glenys' famous fish finger and garlic
sandwiches which she cooked for breakfast.

I have to agree about the wealth of good food available in France, both
the street markets and the Hypermarkets have an unbelievable choice of
cheap, fresh produce. We have some good supermarkets and street markets
here, now, Banbury has a great street market on Saturdays where you can
buy lots of fresh vegetables, and the fishmonger has a terrific range
of fresh-caught fish available... I have his business card and if I
want something special I can call him earlier in the week and he'll
have it for me for Saturday.

French food, in the ordinary restaurants/bars can be awful, though, try
and find a decent eaterie near Le Mans and you'll be out of luck.
Although we occasionally eat out I seem to spend more of my time in the
kitchen than anywhere else, but it's a great way of getting good food
cheaply. Cooking fresh scallops tonight, served on a bed of spinache
with sweet chilli sauce... mmmmm!

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Paul-B <paul (AT) rasf1 (DOT) net> wrote:

Home cooking really - and school food. Unlike my children, who eat in a
restaurant almost once every week (and barely appreciate it, spoilt
brats!), my sisters and I were probably lucky if we ate out once a
year... :-)

I'm thinking the Findus ones, or the Captain Birds Eye with the dodgy
grey filling. This is going back some years though.

That's good, and I'm sure it's also true of London today. But in the
Seventies I'm sure things were different. I know my mum was a fan of
convenience food. She had to bring up three kids and hold down a
teacher's job on her own so she had no time for cuisine. It was basic,
filling stuff. But just like ciggies, in those days food carried no
health warnings. Nobody even mentioned cholesterol or whathaveyou. It
was a Brave New World of processed food.

It sure can! They absolutely don't have the monopoly on good food. The
only place I know where the food seems to be always good is Italy. I've
not yet had to turn my nose up at a dish in a restaurant, ever.

I admire good cooks. I'm pretty lousy. Anything more complicated than
carbonara is too much trouble. Thank heavens for Monique, who's as
passionate about cooking as you are!
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ric

ric at pixelligence dot com

Shevek <shevek99 (AT) gmail (DOT) com> wrote:


Cheers
Roman
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Shevek escribió:
Kimi

Alonso
Kimi
Hamilton


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Shevek

Shevek <shevek99 (AT) gmail (DOT) com> writes:
Thanks for running this!
Phil
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so you can help." -- Dead Kennedys, written upon the B-side of tapes of
/In God We Trust, Inc./.

address (AT) in (DOT) sig (ric zito) writes:
If you grill them till they're drying out and peel the
breadcrumbs off, you'll see there's very little fish in
them. When we worked this out, my 2 flatmates and I at uni
decided the "fishfingers for supper" meant a 40 finger bag,
with, of course, none left over. Sometimes, when it was
just 2 of us, we'd do 20 fingers each without batting an
eyelid.

Hmmm, were they in fact 48 finger bags? ...

Phil
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"Home taping is killing big business profits. We left this side blank
so you can help." -- Dead Kennedys, written upon the B-side of tapes of
/In God We Trust, Inc./.