Since my wife has apparently sworn a solemn oath to never cook me roast meals ever again, I decided that I'd bid farewell to the farmyard for a few hours (roast potatas, see yer laters) whilst I went out in search for something that resembled traditional Sunday fare.
Yes, I was rather quite taken by the notion of gnawing on the limb of a dead animal today, and have the chef supplement the aforementioned flesh with a barrel of roasted spuds, an assemblage of boiled vegetables, a pyramid of paxo stuff and a basin full of Bisto gravy.
Mm -mmmmm! Now that would most certainly hit the spot.
I scrutinized the menu of my local Western eatery, agonising over the choices. I was going to have to part with large amounts of baht should I want to be fully satisfied at the cessation of the repast - and since I'm accustomed to eating random vegetation, taking chunks out of live wildstock and eating eggs straight out of the chicken's arse, I was wary in my approach - fuck me, I could eat for a bastard fortnight for the price of some of this shit.
I eventually decided on the lamb:
"Grilled New Zealand lamb with french fries and salad - 365 baht"
I wasn't hugely keen on the omnipresence of the fucking french fries and salad which would probably come coated with half a bowl demarera, but I had a definite hankering for a bit of lamb (a la withnallstoke) which eventually broke the deal.
Here it is. Nicely presented..
I was quick to note the size of the cutlets. One mouth full per piece. They literally took me 10 seconds to eat, but admittedly I was going at it like a fucking caveman..
On a brighter note, they tasted superb; were beautifully seasoned with thyme, roasted cherry tomatoes, green and red peppers and garlic...
But I left the venue feeling decidedly 'mai im' and went straight up the 7/11 for a cheese and ham toastie - which is all my budget will now allow for the next five fucking years.