No cooking today but, instead, a rather excellent example of what to eat when hungover. We were at a wedding last night. It was a good wedding. Good because it was a marriage between two good friends, populated by guests who were also good. Finally, there was a good amount of boozes to be had.
We stayed overnight at the venue, rather cleverly, and so on the drive home today we stopped in at the supermarket for supplies.
This is what your hangover face should look like. Ideally you’ll be wearing a pair of fashion sunglasses inside.
Bagels ( I prefer sesame seed ones, they deliver endless added value as you pick the seeds from your teeth for several weeks afterwards)
A roast chicken (not a happy chicken, I’m afraid, as they don’t tend to offer those, but still, desperate times call for desperate chickens)
Rocket, or some other green leaf of your choosing.
From your cupboard or fridge you’ll need:-
Butter, or equivalent
Calve, the last tube from your last visit to Italy. Get some Calve. IT’S AMAZING. I don’t know what will happen when we run out, there’ll be wailing for sure.
Give the Calve a kiss, for you love it so.
Slice your bagels in half. You will undoubtedly end up with two slices that fit together like halves of a rollercoaster. It’s scientifically impossibe to cut bagels straight.
Butter and then add a squeeze of Calve, then sprinkle over the smoked paprika.
Add the chicken, torn up. I had a photo of this bit but it has disappeared and I really can’t be bothered to go find it. Imagine a nice tower of chicken pieces laying happily upon the Calve, like oiled tourists on a package holiday to Greece.
Throw on a large handful of rocket, add a drumstick and serve with a sugary beverage of some sort. Today I went for the rarely-imbibed and possibly cancer-causing global virus of crap drinks you see pictured above. I am still ashamed, but I also feel a lot better for having drunk it. For now.
The dog will, as below, inevitably and unsuccessfully beg for the leftover chicken bones. Do not give them to her.
This is a delicious sandwich. I have just eaten the exact same thing again (minus the C*** C***) for supper.
I shall be in bed by approximately 8pm this evening, I wager.