Last October, I challenged myself to eat potatoes, cooked or prepared in a different way, every day for the entire month. Almost every day since the conclusion of the challenge, someone has sent me potato-based content.
I’m not mad, this is the dream.
Recently, a pal mentioned that there was an annual potato festival in regional Victoria, merely an hour from Melbourne. It had been cancelled for the past couple of years (due to Covid-19), but it was back for 2022!
I was pleased to attend The Trentham Spudfest yesterday as a spec-tater… and I yam not sorry for any spud pun related eye-rolls that occur whilst you read this.
What is it about watching people inflict pain upon themselves that we sometimes find so fascinating, nay… entertaining?
I believe that a healthy percentage of people who follow my silly antics do so because they enjoy seeing someone else try something they wouldn’t dare. Perhaps a mixture of schadenfreude and a morbid curiosity?
Mother Nature has unravelled my plans in majestic fashion a few times.
Set to tick off a bunch of NOLA dishes on Saturday night, alas we were flooded in… The 6 inches in less than an hour downpour saw us wade through raw sewerage to get back to the hotel… turns out restaurants can’t be open when they are a foot deep in poop, who knew!?!
I’ve heard quite a few excuses for why people don’t eat offal. Some that make a little sense, to the downright ridiculous. A couple of my favourites are “I can’t eat anything with a face!” and “It smells awful!”
I spent the night of the challenge in special amounts of pain on the couch, willing my stomach to stop trying to eat itself and most of yesterday wishing my stomach had been successful so other regions didn’t have to deal with it
I’m breaking up with burgers. Specifically, I’m breaking up with burger challenges.
Or challenges of any kind that involve things like bread and cheese. Why? You may want to sit down for this. The Hungry Ginger is allergic to Gluten. On top of that … I’m also Lactose Intolerant. Seriously mother nature what the F$%&?
My meanderings through various cities inevitably lead me to the city market.
I find markets to be places where you can always find a plethora of local food that you mightn’t always get from a restaurant. I’m a believer that you can’t really experience a country until you eat it. A market is a great place to start.