I know the last thing on most people’s minds on Sunday afternoon is another session of loud music with a few beers thrown in for good measure, but trust me here = it sounds so much better and is the ultimate hangover cure.
So, in honour of the late great and Keith Floyd, who in case you didn’t know sadly passed away last week, I thought I’d have a rock ‘n’ roll Sunday Roast
So, without further a do, my dear Gastronaughts, let’s have a look at the menu …
Starter: A couple of heart starters (as Floyd would call a drink) in the shape of A Bottle of Czech beer with Cauliflower Cheese and Howl by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Main Course: Pork Joint with roast potatoes, roast carrots and all the trimmings followed by The Soft Parade by The Doors (By the way, nothing freaks your neighbours out more than the sound of Jim Morrison shouting “you can not petition the lord with prayer” on a Sunday afternoon I can guarantee you!)
Dessert: Poached Peaches flamed in Southern Comfort (Gareth: fancy that mate?) and a copy of Behind the Music by Sound Track of Our Lives
You might think I’m being just a little bit too daft here (ala: Floyd), and you m ay be right, but trust me on this one. Next time you get a bit of spare time to your self on Sunday afternoon, get in the kitchen, sort out the dinner and put some tunes on LOUD! It beats watching Sunderland Vs Wolves any day of the fucking week!
I could have, by accident, also created the latest culinary craze to sweep the nation!
PS: RIP Floyd. A true hero of mine
** raises glass **
Mol
2 comments:
Good post chief, enjoyed that. But I'll swerve the SC (funnily enough!).
The man was an absolute legend and I still watch his programmes even though I’ve seen them loads of times before
He was pure entertainment (from a cooking point of view) that was never seen before when he first came on the scene. The BBC even refused to show his very first ‘pilot’ as he was drinking on set. Compare that to the likes of Floyd on France when he was basically pissed during every shoot and it’s a world of difference.
As for my favourite scene, it has to be the one with the volleyball team playing behind him and he starts pissing himself when they knock the contents of his table over with the ball. Priceless stuff
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