Some folk are interested in rugby.
Some aren’t.
But that doesn’t matter.
Because you don’t need to have spent all of yesterday on your sofa with a can or more of Greg’s organic lager watching multiple rugby matches (although incredibly recent personal experience suggests that this is, in fact, a jolly good use of a Saturday) to play this game:
The Autumn Plations!
Yes, through my beery haze I was wondering which countries might have won yesterday had the competition been about cooking, and not rugby.
What do you think?
And how would it work?
One dish each perhaps, or a starter, main and a pud?
🇮🇹 Italy v South Africa 🇿🇦
Bolognese v Bobotie?
🏴 England v New Zealand 🇳🇿
Roast Beef & Spotted Dick v Roast Lamb & Pavlova?
🏴 Wales v Japan 🇯🇵
Laverbread v Wakame?
🇫🇷 France v Fiji 🇫🇯
Bouillabaisse v Kokoda?
🇮🇪 Ireland v Australia 🇦🇺
Boxty & White Pudding v Barramundi & Balmain Bugs?
Send me your suggestions.
I haven’t thought this through properly, as is no doubt painfully apparent. It was one of those ideas born of an unapologetic afternoon on the sauce.
And yet….what if we just could put a workable idea together? What if this gourmet tournament became an actual thing? That could be a lot of fun, couldn’t it?
Anyway, the market's open and it's been a very busy weekend so far - so if you’re fancying making an order, you’ll want to move with the speed of a Japanese back.
Fast.
Nick
PS - if you're after the Christmas Market, it's here. And if you're after organic, regenerative and low intervention booze, head to the Bottle Store.
