"Life is one big daring adventure or else it's nothing " now I like this statement, it's full of passion, bold, uncompromisingly uncompromising and to be honest, words that I can spell... of course life is far from romantic twiddling sometimes, it has crumbly bits and a fair amount of bellybutton fluff and this reminds me of a trip I did some years ago last June on Christmas Eve....
I was in my Land Rover travelling to the remote regions of Berminam ,half a day north of That quaint settlement called London. The track was arduous, fraught and riddled with SUVSw's and to make matters worse I was constantly aware that by posting this in the cooking section I'd do well to review any edibles that I came across to avoid possible removal to another section of the forum.
Disaster (it is said)
has a habit of striking when one doesn't want it and this time it struck in the form of a red light... not good, I knew from experience that it could be sometime, possibly even minutes before I could expect a rescue and in an harsh environment such as Berminam, lunch expectancy wouldn't be long.
However when one is placed in a harrowing situation first class training has to kick in. Stop. Think . Breathe. Lunch. What do I have?.
A search of the Rover revealed the left rear seat pocket contained 3 smaller bread pockets ,pristinely shrink wrapped that might double up as edible in a pinch. Hope then, but glancing at the sun I could see that lunchtime was waning and could easily be missed altogether.
Against all experience and training I decided to leave my vehicle and forage. The region was littered with strange angular rather quaint caves and the local inhabitants seemed oblivious to my predicament, after much gesturing I was led into one of the caves where one of the indigenous chaps was calving what looked like roast elephant legs. A little bartering ensues and I'm allowed to fill my bread pockets with slivers of the meat, which surprisingly did taste a bit like chicken.
I was about to get the recipe when, just my luck the RAC unit steamed into view to perform one of their now notorious precision rescues...
It's not quite the same these days but with strips of magnolia coated wood chip paper marinaded in a balsamic brown paint wash, 180 degrees for twenty minutes
Is the closest I've got to replicating that dish......and it's close enough.
It makes me smile to remember that simple rustic dish first sampled years ago, and gives one hope that when things do indeed get desperate and dire, life itself can provide it's own unique solutions, but given the choice always and I mean always except the chilli sauce.
Siobhan x
