Sunday 24th July 2016.
Shove it in your cake hole – questions later. It’s ‘all you can eat’ frenzy-feeding, people!
Questions like: Was that a bone in my chunky lime pickle? A daring new hybrid straight from the laboratory? Despite that unexplained curiosity, the pickle course proved the highlight.
Musket ball bhajis scavenged from Sheffield Castle; dry, chewy, tikka meat chunks; parched, parchment samosas – lukewarm, dehydrated starter options exhausted from a buffet lamp beach holiday. Spotted a sheesh kebab on a donkey ride in a kiss-me-quick hat.
Main-wise, I attempted the chicken tikka masala with a limp naan triangle. (It was that, rogan josh or korma – a toothless toss up.) Reminded me of a 1980’s Vesta curry – a yesteryear TV dinner missing a saucy Jill Gascoine in ‘The Gentle Touch’.
With all the piggery round about the vast hand wash sink troughs seemed more than appropriate. Expected a wandering Tamworth at any moment – didn’t fancy its chances.
Sweet Mamma Pickles
Judge ‘Gonzo’ Pickles
Fred ‘Skippy’ Pickles