I smell dinner……

Omnomnomnom.  I can smell korma cooking, and I can smell the batch of mini-Eccles cakes I baked earlier.  As certain work colleagues are sticking to a very healthy diet, but still like the thought of cakes, I’ve booked some extra-wee Eccles cakes so they can have a sample.  And I’ve just watched Heston Blumental’s Roman Feast, which was really cool.  I wasn’t that fond of the idea of his brains custard with fish sauce (garum) but the erupting exploding ejaculating pudding looked really fantastic.  And, judging by the responses of the guests, tasted pretty delicious too (I particularly liked the use of space dust for the pudding base, so it exploded in the mouth).  The man is a mad genius with food.

Genius or Madman?……..

I’ve just finished watching Heston’s Victorian Feast, where Heston Blumenthal made a three course meal based on Victorian recipes and inspired by Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland.  I’m really not sure if the guy’s a food genius or a bit bonkers, but I absolutely loved his completely edible garden, complete with insects, edible soil and pebbles.  Really like his huge wobbly jelly, which glowed in the dark and contained absinthe.  Twas all very very cool.

In other news, today has mostly been spent lying around with a hangover.  Spent the evening at Kim’s with Kate, where good food was eaten, too much wine was drunk, and there was singing to favourite music and general good conversation.  The lads were out on a night out with fellow geek-types (Travian related) and they drank too much too.  I got back to the hotel to a snoring sprawled across the bed kebab-smeared bloke.  Lovely.  Fortunately, I carry earplugs just about everwhere and got a good night’s kip no problems.