What to do when you have a surfeit of tomatoes? Channel your inner southern European and bottle them, of course! It’s remarkably simple to do.
One of the most popular pictures I’ve put up on Instagram recently has been one for Homity Pie. Strange name.
The Dad’s Onion kitchen is on the move! In just a few days we’re heading off to India for a holiday, and as well as all the wonderful sights and experiences, I’m perhaps most looking forward to the food and the opportunity to get some ideas and expand my repertoire.
Until I embarked on this blog writing endeavour I’d never really used Instagram, chiefly because I didn’t get the point. I had an account, in my name, with a grand total of one picture. Coincidentally that picture was of the dish with which I metaphorically kicked my dear friend’s arse and took out the trophy in our occasional Masterchef challenge. Starting a Dad’s Onion Instagram page was precipitated by a friend of a friend who, not content with a web page and a Facebook page to look at, asked if I had an Instagram page. Bloody ungrateful!
Becoming a parent turns most of us from rational, honest people into lying, cajoling and bribing individuals with a host of associated questionable behaviours. We lie to children about all manner of things, including the fat red man, the chocolate delivering member of the Leporidae family, and that dog that went to “stay on a farm”. Food in particular seems to bring out some of the worst examples, probably because children can be such picky eaters, which fuels our irrational fear they will starve to death or become an axe murderer or have some other grisly fate befall them. The story of space pie is one such example.
