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Prosciutto with artichokes, rosemary and truffle oil

So truffle oil is kind of a weird thing. I think lots of people assume it’s super fancy and, you know, actually made with truffles. But the reality is that most of it is produced in a factory using thioethers. Most truffle oil hasn’t even seen a truffle before and given that typically chilli oil, garlic oil, rosemary oil etc have all seen their respective counterparts, it almost seems like false advertising to deem truffle-flavoured oil as truffle oil. Especially considering the whole Greek yoghurt debacle. It’s for this reason that for a long time I’ve been averse to the stuff. It just seems like cheating.
To me “truffle oil” is false teeth, a knock-off handbag, a rita ora to a Rhianna… (notice rita doesn’t get capitals).

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The best ever, super garlicky beans

I’ve been having a real issue with automated machines lately. Cash points are just about okay, although every time I use one my heart slightly skips a beat knowing my card will get eaten. Train and tube ticketing machines are worse as I always seem to find myself prodding and to no avail. “Can it really be possible that transport related machines have subpar sense detection?”, I muse contemplatively. Oh god, while I’m on transport – aeroplane inflight entertainment systems are particularly irritating. The amount of times I’ve tried to watch Citizen Kane and ended up re-watching Armageddon and it being entirely the fault of technology is… no times. I love Armageddon. BUT they still are crap. Continue reading

Tricolore! Salsa Verde! Arugula, cod and peppers

Saying things in Italian is just more fun. I don’t know if it’s from watching A Fish Called Wanda so many times or because Italian waiters are always happy to bring you olives and bread and limoncello. Even when they’re sad, they’re still trying to give you limoncello. Or maybe it’s just a very fun language, but pretending to speak Italian makes me giddy. Continue reading