The Philosopher’s been dreading this week’s faff a bit. For one reason only. Let me show you:
It arrived in our veg box on Tuesday, and has been staring the Philosopher down all week. He knew what was coming.
I had a challenge on my hands worthy of a good Faff this evening.
The cast of measly fridge rejects:
Yeah, they gave us kumquats too. They’re kind of like baby oranges, but too small to peel so you just eat them whole, skin and all. We learned the too-small-to-peel thing the hard way.
I concocted a little plan to disguise the swede in a mash of potatoes, baptized in butter (no christening sprinkling here) to cover up swede’s bitter aftertaste. I decided to enrich the deception with a lonesome can of chickpeas, feta, garlic, balsalmic vinegar and greens.
The plan would’ve worked if I hadn’t had to ask the Philosopher to please cut up the swede for me.
Nonetheless, in the face of his skepticism as he jammed the knife through his nemesis’ tough fibers, I squared my shoulders and dove right in, leaving nothing but a few kale bones.
And hey, if it wasn’t the most inspired faff (perhaps especially following from last week’s runaway blockbuster hit), it certainly tasted swede-free!