I know, it’s already starting to look like I’ve given up on titles.
However, it does save time.
I have just finished Diddly Squat – A Year on the Farm, by Jeremy Clarkson.b My sister gave it to me for Christmas and it’s a great book, covering the trials and tribulations of modern farming and Clarkson’s life as a farmer. Clarkson is a genuinely funny and thought-provoking writer, even if he is also dull and irritating in large doses. The book is just about short enough to avoid him becoming irritating.
However, that in itself is a fault. Read John Lewis-Stempel and you generally get a decent sized book with plenty of content. Clarkson’s book is a touch thin, with lots of white space inside, and quite a big font. In other words, it’s his newspaper columns which have been padded out to book size. As I say, it’s a mixed blessing – short enough to stop him getting on my nerves, but not long enough to seem good value. It’s a good read, but poor value on a per word basis.
We had beef on New Year’s Day. With it we had horseradish sauce. It wasn’t our normal brand (TESCO) as they were sold out so we had Colman’s instead. Good brand, more expensive but you get what you pay for. Or so I thought. It was like being attacked by a chemical weapon. My mouth burned, my eyes watered, I fought for breath . . .
It was like the time I ate part of a horseradish leaf to see what it was like. It was so bad that I have never felt the urge to try it again. My experience on Sunday was every bit as bad.
Julia said she thought it was quite bland.
And you know what? For the next few tastes it was almost tasteless, the it hit me again, before fading away. It’s like Half of it was the strongest horseradish I’ve ever had, and half of it was the most bland. All in all, it was the worst jar of horseradish I’ve ever had and I’m inclined to throw it away. It’s there on the shelf in the kitchen, eyeing me up, daring me to try again. It’s like playing Russian Roulette with comestibles. If it’s hot, I’m not sure I can bear the pain. If it’s bland, I will have just wasted a beef sandwich.
Lavinia sent me a link to the paperback.
I had had know idea Jeremy Clarkson had been a farmer. Well, well!
I’m having an educational afternoon.
He is a celebrity convert, but points out that only the rich can afford to farm now as they can afford to look after nature instead of farming it into extinction.
Yes, I dare say that is true.
I can’t stand what I’ve seen of Clarkson on telly; sorry your horseradish was such a curate’s egg
You’ve just given me an idea for a new recipe – Scotch Curate’s Egg. Now what can I include . . .
Horseradish is the work of the devil, sent to spoil the taste of perfectly good food. It is worse than mustard which is bad enough.
After my recent experience I would not disagree. However, I will persist as a good horseradish sauce is still a thing of beauty. Mustard, I tend to use as an ingredient or to liven up cheap sandwich ingredients.
I’m ok with just numbering the blogs….it’s practical…
🙂 It is, but I feel it betrays a lack of pride in my work. 🙂
But it’s logical and organized…
🙂 That’s probably why I can’t get used to it. 🙂
Horseradish sauce is lovely made fresh, like Lavinia I fancy some now😂
You realise J. Clarkson is a Yorkshireman? 😂
Public school educated South Yorkshiremen, but yes, I suppose he is.
Your post reminded me of how much I like horseradish sauce. It is hard to get good horseradish sauce here that hasn’t had filler and extender of some sort mixed in. We ate it on fish and clam sticks as children, and that is where I learned to like it. Rick makes it, but not often.
You probably appreciate it more for its rarity.
“Diddly Squat” sounds good, and I expect its brevity wouldn’t bother me at all. The old quality vs. quantity thing. 😉
He can be very irritating in quantity. 🙂