I feel excited to eat cull-yaw. And I know I keep talking about it; and it’s not 100% perfect, nothing is, but it grabs me in that deep place, the part of me where I still really, really love food, that place that lives in the depths of a pond of often fatigued ennui and lives on, delightfully, wonderfully, excitingly alive — despite the sludged runoff of too many “next big things” & “this will change your world”, that have been muddying the bottom, obscuring our views…
It makes me happy. Just like these sheep look be:
Which sentiment, for some reason, to me anyway, sits neatly alongside this — quite old now — piece on waste, by the chef and writer, Thom Eagle, so please support him via his Patreon.
A Waste Of Flavour | Thom Eagle