Heston Blumenstrange’s weird wecipes, part one

Time I reinvented myself, I thought, and what better to become than a celebrity chef. I was about to become a famous seafood enthusiast who plays the piano in his own restaurant to entertain the diners. I even had a name ready: Rick Steinway.

Instead, I shall concoct a short series of avant garde (or, in my case, avant got a snowball’s chance in hell) recipes. As they say on all the best cookery disaster shows, don’t try this at home.

For the time being, I shall now become…

Heston Blumenstrange.

And today’s special is:

Fried egg and cucumber rissoles in a spicy seafood sauce

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It’s all about the layers

Like everyone else in Britain, we’re still having to cope with the never-ending cold weather. We have, however, found some simple but effective solutions. Taking our cue from Arctic survival expert Ray Mears, we figured the art of keeping warm in winter would be a walk in the park (or, more likely, the Alaskan wilderness — brrrr!).

You see, it’s all about the layers. Wearing several layers of clothing traps air between each garment and it’s the air, as much as the fabric, that keeps you warm. There are unforeseen complications, though. Shana now has to get up half an hour early just to make time to put all those layers on before breakfast time. She calculated recently that she is now wearing a complete washload of clothes all at once and described the chair where she chucks carefully folds her clothes every night (and which now groans under the weight) as an ‘all you can wear buffet’. Only a week to go and there’ll be Santa hats to add to that lot.

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Big ice. Really big ice.

Shana says that men always exaggerate. She’s right, of course, and I’m the proof: our online grocery delivery is cancelled owing to adverse weather conditions and suddenly we’re both going to starve; one sneeze and I’m sure I have flu; and even a single cough is — what else? — consumption (it’s what Keats died of, you know).

Naturally then, when I saw this seven-and-a-half inch Damoclesian whopper dangling from the ledge outside our living room window, I just had to tell Shana.

“That’s one hell of an icicle,” she said.

“That’s no icicle,” I replied. “That’s a bloomin’ stalactite!”

Did I say it was seven-and-a-half inches? Well, so did the tape measure. Looks more like eight-and-a-half to me, though.

Lincoln snow puts kibosh on Chrimbo market

When we take photos there’s never a dull moment to be had. Take these chilly snaps, for example: I held onto Shana’s legs while she leaned as far as she daredest outta the window, braving Arctic blasts, subzero temperatures and hoots of derision from passers-by. I would have taken the pics myself, but, seeing as I’m too nesh even to put my hand inside the fridge without first donning a scarf and my best woolly, I’d have had to wait for the weather to improve — and you’d have missed out on this unique record of Lincoln’s first snow of the winter. Honestly, the lengths we go to to keep our readers happy…

By the way, clicking on these photos will allow you to see them muchos bigger. They may even make your living room feel cold. Brrr!

Apparently, Lincoln’s world-famous Christmas market has been cancelled because of all the snow. What did they expect in December, though? Eighty degrees in the shade? If you ask me, the market organizers are a bunch of wimps. Ooh look, there’s a snowflake. Quick everybody, back indoors at once!

American Dream

The new BBC series American Dream started last weekend. Using mostly archive footage, it draws stark contrasts between those for whom life in the USA has brought wealth and happiness, and those who fell by the wayside. One of the most poignant examples cut back and forth from one housewife who won competitions for housewifely duties (including one contest which involved ironing shirts to the tune of the William Tell overture!), and one who found it all far too stressful and became addicted to Valium.

American riches ultimately depend on teams of salesmen flogging all those wonderful American products, and to get their staff highly motivated, manufacturing companies invented the industrial musical. They were hardly up to the standard of Andrew Lloyd Webber, but there was a certain kitsch quality to some of the tunes. Naturally, as is my way, I couldn’t resist a spot of wilful misunderstanding. Wouldn’t it be fun, I thought, if a few ‘proper’ musicals were revived in an industrial style. The hills are alive with the sound of jackhammers, anyone?

Sudoku calendar: a challenge too far

“I’ve found you the perfect Christmas present,” said Shana, as she patiently waited in the ‘nine items or less’ queue at one of her favourite online catalogues.

My eyes lit up as I imagined such ideal stocking fillers as Winnie the Pooh socks or the 2010 Top Gear annual. But then Shana told me what she had discovered.

“It’s a Sudoku page-per-day desk calendar!”

I wouldn’t mind but I don’t even have a desk! It’s the thought that counts though, I thought, hoping I could catch Shana before she clicked on anything with ‘Pay’ written on it.

“You know what’ll happen, don’t you?” I said. “Bearing in mind that I’m not the world’s fastest sudoku solver, we’ll get to, say early February next year, and I’ll still be somewhere around mid-January on the calendar, trying to work out why I’ve got two sixes in one column and wishing I hadn’t started the puzzle in ink because now it’s impossible to rub out the errors. It’ll probably take us till halfway through 2012 before we’re back in the same week.”

“Good point,” said Shana, abandoning her virtual basket. “I’ll just get you a large bag of gobstoppers instead. That should keep you quiet for a while.”

“Excellent!” I said, as I finished colouring in this week’s What’s On TV crossword. “That’s a much better idea.”

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