|Veg out at the beach|
On closer inspection I realised my reading of the menu was overly creative. The capsicum wasn't tousled. It was merely toasted. But here's the thing: for a moment I seriously entertained the possibility that this was a new culinary term.
The potatoes at our local pub are smashed. The limes are muddled. Yes, fruit and veg everywhere are appearing in states of dishevelment and dishabille, and I for one blame Jamie Oliver. In his new 15-minute meals, veg are whisked from garden to table in less time than it takes to say 'photosynthesis' and subjected to a series of verbal indignities along the way. They're wazzed, jazzed, scrunched, zipped, and thrown into the pot to crack on while Jamie goes in with the seasoning. Add a dollop of careless charm, sprinkle with glottal stops and it's gorgeous.
I can't take it any more. Let veg be veg. In fact, let them veg out. I plan to do likewise. Happy holidays!