OK so what's this project all about?
Well basically, in my role as a dynamic print manager for a small dynamic print company based on the outskirts of the square mile, I have to work two late shifts a week and can often wind up getting home in the early hours of the morning (booooo!)
To make matters worse, when it comes to dinner time, I normally end up traipsing to the local Tesco's/Sainsbury's/M&S or get something delivered in and wind up back at my desk eating rank, overpriced, unappetising food (double booooo!)
If that's not bad enough, whilst eating said crap food, I'll often torment myself by scanning lovely food blogs, looking at mouthwatering photos or reading on twitter what people are cooking up for their night's meal, thinking "wow I would love to try that!" (triple f***ing boooo!)
But then I came up with this idea, would people be willing to share some of their culinary delights with a stranded food blogger and provide him with dinner once a week? And, as an aside to Food Urchin, would this make a fun and interesting mini-blog?
First of all, I don't expect freebies, I want to contribute in some way, with a cash donation or goodies (bottle of wine?) and secondly I don't expect all the cheffy bloggers out there to slave away and just to cook a single meal for myself, all they'd have to do is factor in an extra portion from one night's meal and I will collect it the next day. Meeting up and exchanging wild garlic with fellow foodies was easy enough so I'm sure the logistical side of things wouldn't be a problem.
At the end of the day, the main objective is to meet other enthusiastic epicurians, to review the food they cook and to have fun doing so, all in the spirit of altruism. I'm not setting out to be critical or send people up as I don't want to bite the hand that feeds me (though I may take a different view if I wind up in hospital with food poisoning).
Who knows, if this idea takes off, we could start a new revolution, with people sharing their food, exchanging dishes across the land. We may never have to wander into a Tesco Metro or garage forecourt or dodgy kebab house ever again!
Well, I'm kinda hoping I don't have to anyway. If you are interested in taking part then please email: mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org
PS The title is a line from a dodgy sixth form play I was in where the principle character was a misogynistic alcoholic father figure, who would come home from work at dinner time and demand from his wife "Where's my pork chop?!" As earnest efforts at social-realism go, it was pretty poor but I still laugh whenever my mate, who played the role, shouts it out in restaurants.
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