Friday, 26 October 2012

Cooking. On the Roadii.

If you are one of those kind of campers who say that camping isn't camping without a camp fire then you'll love what I've been testing recently. It's a Roadii Grill and I was sent it by Simon Benton, the man who developed it with the help of his family over the last few years.

Simon, like me, loves to cook and camp and loves a camp fire but found, time and time again, that camp fires were banned from many of his favourite campsites because of the damage they cause to the earth. It's understandable. He also found that portable barbecues tended to fall apart pretty quickly and often weren't up to the job. So he set out to create a portable hearth that wouldn't rust out easily, would keep the fire away from the ground, would provide a good heat for cooking and could also double as a camp fire.

The result is the Roadii Grill. It makes perfect sense to me as old wheels are great for cooking on and also make good hearths (I used to make fires in them on the beach in Wales). The Roadii is robust, easy to assemble and really enjoyable to cook on, simply because it is so easy to adjust the height of the grill to get more or less heat, or to stoke the fire. That's the clever bit of design that makes the Roadii really practical. It is also powder coated so it should last a few winters of being left outside (if you were too lazy to take it in). The stainless steel grill won't rust at all. Another feature that I really like is the ability to hang a dutch oven from the tripod, cowboy style. This means that stews and casseroles are still firmly on the menu for a winter camping trip.

I love it and have really enjoyed cooking on it over the last few weeks. In fact I am off camping right now and shall be cooking on it tonight.

Monday, 8 October 2012

A day out with Dan

Dan Garnett is a celebrity in north Devon. Having graced the telly a few times, contributed to a number of food books and made himself available to food festivals and events over the last few years he’s become a face of all that’s great about the region. He’s a local treasure. He’s also a fishmonger. So, if I said than Dan is ‘Dan the fish Man’ would that ring any more bells? Perhaps.

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

The Hamburger Song

This is a silly song. It's a cautionary tale about the perils of processed meat that I wrote it when I was at art college in the nineteen eighty somethings (not a great time for the processed meat industry). Over time the lyrics have been refined (?) but the message is essenitally the same: if you can, make them yourself (like the example shown above that I made)! My kids love it because they get to scream in the appropriate places. If anyone fancies singing it for themselves it goes to the same chord sequence as the Stray Cat Strut (remember that?) which is C, B#, A#, G (in the bar chord of E). The chorus goes C, G, C, G, C, G, F, G. Which is a lot of the same thing and not that difficult. At the very least you have to admire the rhyming of creuztfeldt-jacob disease with knees, Es and trees, even if the accusation might be on very shaky ground (lawyers take note).


I wish I was a hamburger all covered in cheese.
To be a Big Mac would be such a wheeze.
And when they put the bread on I'd give a little scream. (aaaaaah!)
I wish I was a hamburger I have a hamburger dream.


I wish you were a hamburger too,
Big Mac or Whopper, it's up to you.
Or even a cheese burger,
I really don't mind,
Just as long as I can take you home at tea time.




I wish I was a hamburger all covered in cheese.

Although to be a Big Mac might not be such a wheeze.
When you're made from a***holes and a load of old knees*,
Pumped full of steroids and quite a few Es*,
Grazing land stolen from Brazilian trees*,
Killing people with your creutzfeldt-jacob disease*,
Making all the children morbidy obeeze*,
And I'll say it again 'cos here's the reprise.

(Note: *this is unconfirmed)


When they put the bread on I'd give a little scream (aaaaaaaaah!)
I wish I was a hamburger I have a hamburger dream.


Don't you wish you were a hamburger too?
Big Mac or Whopper? Up to you.
Of even a cheeseburger I really don't mind.
As long as I can take you home at tea time.

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