Hello. A brace of reviews, hold tight.
First up is Toad-Ally Snax Kanga Roos, which are chocolate coated pretzel nuggets that feature an interior butter pouch. Hopefully you can see the connection between the naming of the snack and the design: kangaroos, in the wild, have ‘pouches’. These particular ‘kanga roo snax’ have been tamed and filled with peanut butter goodness. Thus nature is subverted to the will of Man.
They are actually quite nice : inoffensive chocolate and crispy salt pretzel that is then overpowered by the sweet/salt umami of peanut butter. One or two is enough and then you feel a bit sick.
Also sampled was Kefir, now bottled and flavoured with (in this instance) ‘honey and mint’. Kefir is fermented milk, and it comes from the family that gives us lassi and so on. It’s an acquired taste, and this flavoured style is a bit like mango lassi – it’s lassi for people who would rather be drinking chocolate milk or some sort. So, its fine, but really, you might as well just have a honey mint yazoo as the pro-active bacteria in something this size isn’t really going to be hugely helpful, and no doubt food safety regulations mean anything halfway helpful has been neutered.
I enjoyed it, but that enjoyment was tempered with many conflicting feelings, much like you might summarize my entire life so far. I fear this is the path I am on until death, and after death, it will be too late to change.
I picked these up from Sainsbury’s. L and I were wandering the aisles looking for novelty in consumer form, one of my favourite activities and something I find genuinely gratifying, if a little hollowed out. There is probably something wrong with me deep down, something unfulfilled (I always wanted to live by the sea; I also feel perhaps I could have been a sailor?). In any case these sugary snacks were chosen to fill the gaping wound that is modern urban life.
They are not good. Neither one thing or the other, it isn’t praline enough to be a smooth praline and the hazelnut overtones interfere with the artificial earthy peanut taste so beloved of fans of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. These pay homage to those vaulted kings of the luxury chocolate snack aisle, but in the same way that a long poo is an homage to a lovely meal. They don’t even have that little black bit of paper lining to make them seem posher than the Yorkie that you put down right before you picked this up.
Avoid these if you can.
Today I had occasion to visit Leytonstone, E11, and noticed a new place in the station called ‘Peaky Blenders’. They are originally from E17 – yes, that’s right, Walthamstow. Dog tracks, Brian Harvey and hipsters who can’t afford Hackney. The man making the coffee had a trilby on, and so you can kind of see what they did there, right.
Here is a picture:-
I had a ‘Long Black’ which seems to the be new name for ‘Americano’. I agree with this, given how much brand USA has been trashed recently. In any case, it was £2.50, which is pretty pricey for a station coffee.
I tasted it as I rattled into London on the Westbound Central line and it was good. It was strong, and it had a pleasing amount of coffee oils in with the hot water. There was that sour, citrus taste that you get with short to mid-extraction upscale coffee – although sometimes really what you want is a roasted and burned to shit Starbucks (as I enjoyed in Birmingham New Street, served by a woman who could. not. have. been. less. interested.) It’s different strokes for different folks.
They also operate a scheme where you can ‘donate’ a coffee – put it in ‘reserve’ for people in need, who then just ask for a reserve coffee and are given one, no questions asked. It is remarkable if this scheme works without being exploited, but Leytonstone might just pull it off. It’s unlikely that people won’t take the piss – they did at Waitrose, and then they had to stop.
I enjoyed my short experience of Peaky Blenders and on their website they have links to their academy, training courses and all sorts of other things including mail order coffee and merch. So get to it.
Today I had a Waitrose Fairtrade Banana. Bananas are a yellow fruit that it eaten by peeling the exterior ‘wrapping’ off to expose a soft off-white fleshy protuberance. This particular banana had been in my bag for two days and was rather bruised, but the interior had survived relatively unscathed. Sadly, it was not sweet, or pleasant, nor creamy, like some of the best bananas are. This was a tepid, phlegmy affair that I felt almost too sad to continue with. I ate it all though as I was hungry. I would not give this more than four stars out of ten, perhaps only three. Bananas are rich in antioxidants and potassium. This was a banana rich in regret.
Inspired by Laura’s rustic style, today I made breakfast in a skillet and served it that way.
NOT cup cakes! Those unwieldy top heavy baubles have no place here in E6.
100mg butter, 100g flour self-raising, 100g sugar, maple syrup to taste, 1 egg, a bit of milk – whizz in the food processor.
And then boredom set in so I made one big one with chocolate buttons inside it. Lush:
And so there it is. Gas Mark 4, maybe 10 mins & let cool. Decorate at will, friends!
Next week : pashmina reviews.
2006 Jumillah. Tastes nice. Oak casks have conditioned it too close to a port-like profile, but it is thin and clear enough to have other flavours. Bit distracted as I was sewing a button on and I stabbed myself leaving a tiny blood stain on the inside out-facing placket. I managed a good strong button stitch though. Now for another sip. Yep.
It comes with all the fancy wire but I pushed it aside and didn’t even take the foil off, why bother. It’s not a restaurant, mister.
For the wine people out there here’s the back of the bottle.
Can I file this under food? I think so. It’s fruit, basically. Just processed a bit. Here are some shrooms.