Motherflippin' Roast, Y'all

Making a nutroast is stupid easy. Look.

Essentially, you want about two-or-three-ish to one of nuts to breadcrumbs. Want wheat free? I reckon oats/brown rice/rice crackers would do it.

Then you need something flavoury. Onion, garlic, leek, pepper, left over veg, yeast extract, dried herbs.. seriously, anything you want.

One of the problems with nuts is they are expensive. I am dead tight, so I tend to buy roasted/salted peanuts because they are BY FAR the cheapest available. Not, you can use them as they are, or rinse the salt off, or rinse/soak them. You can also mix in any nuts you have around.

If you soak the nuts they will be easy to blend. Otherwise you can use a pestle & mortar.

Chop up/smoosh yr other ingredients as approriate.

Mix everything together and then, wait for it, this is my SUPER_AWESOME_TIP...

...spoon the mix in to a muffin tray. In the past I've found that if I put nutroast in a loaf tin the bastard thing falls apart when I try to vuy it. A muffin tray gives you portions, and I'd say 2 is about enough for an adult....

Put it in an oven around 190.C/Gas 5 and you should be sorted. Check after 10-15 mins to see how yr doing.

Serve it with veg and wotnot. Don't pretend like you've never had a roast dinner before. But if you wanna pretend to be fancy you can use packet stuff and chuck a few dried cranberries in like I did.

The leftover nutroast portions can go in sandwiches, you bet they fucking can. With salady stuff and mustard, please.

Back Once Again Like the Renegade Master

(with a quesadilla)

So my phone went screwy and wouldn't take photos anymore. A king soul donated her old iPhone so now I am well cool and stuff. Yeah, I'm lookin' down on you. Fucking scum.

Anyway, it means I can take photos. They're still shit cos I am rubbish at that kind of thing. Having my first ever Apple product has not changed Who I Am On The Inside.

I didn't have money for ages when I expected to have money, then some  finally landed in my account yesterday. I was (and am) still knackered from a busy weekend so decided to treat myself to fake foods which make tasty food quickly.

I don't need to remind you that I don't give a shit about your authenticity, right? Good, let's go.

Tortillas x 2
Red Pepper x 1
1/2 Can Red Kidney Beans
Small-ish Onion x 1
Some Fresh corriander
Some fake Cheez (I used one of these)
Some Kinda Fake Meat (I used one of these)
1 x Red Chilli
Cumin
Veg Oil
Salt & Pepper

Chop things that need chopping (onion/pepper/chilli/coriander).
Heat oil in a pan, add onion/pepper/chilli (+ garlic if you want, I left mine in the bastard shop).
In the mean time separate half a can of beans & smoosh 'em a bit.
Add some tomato purée + water or pasata or tomato juice or chopped tomatoes or real tomatoes or WHATEVER (I apparently was out of tom purée).
Put the beans in and cook and mix.
Add Cumin/salt/pepper and right at the end some coriander. You don't want this to bee too sloppy, it's going on the tortillas.

Heat a heavy-based frying pan, place a tortilla in then put yr grated fake cheez on top.
Spread yr beany onion mix over the top, and some cut up fake meat on top of that.
Put another tortilla on top.

Turn the tortilla over after a few mins, it should've gone golden with maybe some brown bits (I used wholewhat, it's easier to tell with white ones, though). If yr worried about it burning just turn it every minute or two, if yr slack do it less often.

Slice it up like a pizza, garnish with more corriander, serve with salady things or whetever.

You could easily whack some guacamole in there or something but that would mean buying/making it and today you are probably not in the mood.

I feel like I'm missing something somewhere. I guess I am tired and out of practice. We'll see what the future brings.

I wanted to brag about the pizza I just ate but I don't have a photo cos my phone is a bag of shit.

But you know what food looks like, right? Imagine that. Or yo could imagine my smug, smug face after eating pizza in my freezing office today.

When I got up this morning I realised I'd forgotten to sort out anything for lunch (usually it's left overs, but last night I had leftover soup so, no leftovers). For mere mortals this might have been a crisis, but as I am a demi-god genius-type I completely took it in my stride. There happened to be one of those part-bake baguettes lying around. That sucker got sliced down the middle, tomato puree spread across it with mixed herbs on top. What's more is the other day I bought some of those Tofutti mozerella slices for the first time in years. A couple of those on top, sliced up a pepper, chucked that stuff in the oven and went for a shower.

I totally cooked my lunch whilst bathing.

I also had an orange pepper and an apple for lunch cos fruit is good and tasty an' shit.

Butternut Squash Soup

It's true, if you want to make a perfect soup you will need to to be careful, you can use ingredients in such a nuanced, and in such combinations that will impress guests and make all the effort worthwhile. However, it;s super-mega easy to make a reasonable soup, and I am nothing if not reasonable, right?

I paid pretty much no attention whatsoever to what I was doing when making this soup, the ingredients are from my vague memory, but it was only last night so I think I'm pretty much right. It's not like I used much stuff.

Soup is pretty hard to fuck up. My one piece of soup advice would be don;t blend beans (unless you like vomit-texture in yr soup).

[MOTHERFUCK! My phone refused to tweet the photo then cold deleted it! I've written this now so yr getting the post. DEAL WITH IT]

2 small butternut squash
1 small onion
3 cloves garlic
Paprika
Oregano
Parsley

Hella buttload black pepper

Some salt

You can use stock if you want, just leave out the salt.

Normally I would recommend frying off the onion/garlic but I didn't do that last night cos I am WELL MENTAL, me. Lazy, I meant lazy.

Heat some water in a pan, but in yr peeled & chopped butternut squash, let it simmer away.
Dice yr onion, slice yr garlic, they go in too.
Also yr herbs and seasoning.
Let it simmer away for a while, then turn the heat off.

Once it's cooled you can blend* it nice & smooth, add more water/stock if needed.

After that you will need a sofa and a spoon. If yr swanky use a bowl too, if not you can eat straight out of the pan. Some bread is probably more important than a bowl, though. If you have to pick one, go for bread.


*I use a blender similar to this one. I prefer the stick-type ones to the jug ones cos you can blend pretty much as little or as much as you need with the sticks, you can't blend a massive pan with a 1.5 litre jug, eh?
PS
Didja look at the photo? I garnished that shit. Yeah, I did.

Perpetually Underwhelming

Got rice?

Got any kind of veg whatsoever?

Got a pan?

Got oil?

You got a stiry fry, motherfucker.

Pretty much every time I cook rice I make at least one extra portion so I can keep it in the fridge and use it a day or two later. It's pretty good cos it means when yr hungry and lazy you have something available in the same amount of time it takes to make toast that isn't toast. Yeah!

And yes, I AM about to tell you how to make a stir fry as if you didn't already know. I'll let you in to a secret: Many, many years ago (but when I was old enough to really have known better) I genuinely did not know how to fry rice. I'm not sure, but I may even have attempted it without boiling the rice first. Seriously.

Nowdays we all have the internet hardwired into our medulla oblongatas, so we just need to have a vague awareness of what fried rice might be and the information could be explained a thousand different ways through fibre optics, but back then people were still dicking about with Napster and Yahoo Groups (And worse, people were still Asking Jeeves).

It's my opinion that a wok really will help with this kind of thing. Woks are good, buy a wok.

Heat yr wok, put some oil in, no one cares what kind.

Slice or dice an onion, chuck it in.

Slice or mince some garlic, chuck it.

Peel some root ginger, bash it with the flat side of a large-ish knife (always use larger rather than smaller knifes, you've got more control with a larger knife and you can still use it to cut small shit, okay?)

Slice a chilli, keep the seeds if you like things hot.

Stir everything up in yr pan. Heat is good.

What veg do you have? I had carrots, green peppers & tomatoes, so that's what went in. Cut it up however you damn well like. Things that also work well are mushrooms, water chestnuts, cucumber, beansprouts, leafy things, courgettes, broccoli, mange tout, peas.. you get the idea.

Throw yr chopped veg in, stir shit some more.

Throw some soya sauce about. It's fun.

There are all sorts of exciting things you can add to stir fries to make them more interesting, but if you had the kind of forethought to buy plum sauce or mangoes or red bean paste or black bean sauce you wouldn't be reading this, would you?

That picture up there also has fake chicken in it cos that's what's in the freezer. Tofu obviously works very well, peanuts, cashews, mock duck/beef... or just veg is cool.

I had some pre-cooked brown basmati so that shit got thrown in too. Just make sure everything is heated up properly and yr golden.

Throw it in a bowl, mayb introduce it to some sweet chilli sauce if you happen to find some in th eback of the cupboard.

Eat with yr face.

Now aren't you glad you had that rice in the fridge? Stir fried veg on toast is just weird, guy.

Beetroot Burgers

So, I have been eyeing up this recipe on the Post Punk Kitchen for what seems like forever. Beetroot is something I am always kinda confused by, I just don't know what to do with it so it either gets thrown in a stew or grated into a salad and that's about it.

I wound up with some beetroot, I had some brown rice, so I was all "yeah, fuck'n DO IT!" But, being the feckless wonder that I am, I didn't print off the recipe, and didn't bother fannying about on my not-very-smart phone. I guess I went commando on that shit.

And guess what? I forgot half the ingredients and fucked it all up. So take this for what it is, a cautionary tale. The result was edible, but just LOOK at how awesome that recipe looks. Follow the actual recipe, knobhead.

It looked alright, though:

I'm not even going to tell you what I actually put in the burgers because a) you'll know exactly how badly I fucked up, and b) You might for some idiot reason attempt to recreate my recipe and that would be [i]bad[/i], okay? Just follow the original.

Even though it's winter I had my burgers with salad (as you can see). this is partly because I am super lazy and couldn't be bothered to oven* anything after I'd sort-of concentrated on screwing up this recipe, and partly because I had already inhaled an entire packet of Choccie Dodgers when I got in from work. Incidentally, don't buy Choccie Dodgers, they are just shit, extra dry bourbons and you will feel even more gluttonous, hollow, and pathetic after eating a whole pack of those in one sitting than you would with the bourbons. And bourbons are cheaper, anyway. And you get more in a pack.

Oh, and if yr interested, the salady bits are:

Grated carrot

Diced tomatoes

Diced green pepper

Sliced avodaco

Generic cheapo dressing

*Yeah, that's right, I used 'oven' as a verb. Go shit yrself, dicksplash.

Stuff w/ salad


So Monday was another fucking Monday with the crushing realisation that every day this week will be another Monday. When I finally got home after an abortive trip to the library (I'd forgotten my card, their system was down so they couldn't find me details) I wanted something very simple to put in my face, to fill the void where my screams echo through my stupid body. Shut up, insides! I am going to numb you with STUFF! Go away!

Normally on a day like this I would make the most garlic bread you have ever SEEN and keep eating til breathing is virtually impossible. Unfortunately I had no bread (or even flour) or margarine. So I actually had to make something.

A while ago I was feeling a bit optimistic and ordered all this organic veg from a local scheme. It's mostly sitting in one of those flimsy sort-of-wooden crates on the kitchen table mocking me. "Hey, Ray you fuck-knuckle!" It taunts "thought could keep yr shit together long enough to make something nutritious and delicious with this shit, didja." I want to leave the room, but I know the burning embarrassment I will feel when I have to surreptitiously re-enter the kitchen later, that I won't be able to make it to the cupboard to sneak out a tin of something, anything (I think there are some jelly beans in there) to eat without that fucking flimsy sort-of-wooden crate noticing and calling me out once more. "Oh, it's you again, dicktard! Back with your tail between you legs, are you? You BADGER TWAT!" as I feel the tiny little fires under my skin and the lump in my throat I get when I am so mortally flustered.

I had no choice. I called that motherfucking flimsy sort-of-wooden crate out on its shit! FUCK YOU, flimsy sort-of-wooden crate! I am calling you on your shit! I will fuck up your contents REAL FUCKING BAD.

So on Monday 3rd December 2012, when it was maybe just above freezing point in Birmingham, in my cold flat with woefully inefficient heating, I decided to make a salad.

I chopped up some kale, (not curly kale, other kale, it;s nice) and sliced up half an avocado, sliced up a tomato, considered onion but just could quite push myself that far, then I tossed it with some ancient dressing I found in the fridge.

But even I thought to myself that salad on a fucking freezing Monday is no good at all. That is in no way a substitute for half a ton of garlic bread. SO I pocked about in the freezer and found some sad looking very-much-leftover Asda's own oven chips. Straight in the oven with those bastards. I also found some posh fake chicken that I had completely forgotten I'd bought on pay day.

In absolute desperation I searched for absolutely anything to go with it. I found something. Sort of. I threw some soya milk in a pan, added salt & pepper, then threw in a large handful of yeast flakes. Yeast flakes make everything better. I tried to cook it down in to a sauce, but I didn't have (or at least didn't have the inclination to search for and hence discover that I didn't have) anything to thicken it up with, just a little cornflour would have saved me at that point. If I had some mustard to put in there too, I reckon I'd have had a pretty decent oh-my-god-I-just-need-food-fuck-off-world sauce. But I didn't, so I didn't.

I threw the fake chicken in the pan, wit til it was cooked through and spooned a runny-as-fuck savoury chicken something sauce on to my plate, with the I-DARE-YOU salad and some sad Asda oven chips. I ate it, it was never going to win any prizes, but I didn't vom one bit.

Here's what it looked like:

Now either bring me all the garlic bread or leave me alone.