So, I went to the Postgraduate Research Club this afternoon, having given a presentation on my research & wanting to discuss it with my fellow postgrads. We had lunch, and one of our group got the dish shown here. What is it, pray? It’s Chicken Tikka dressed with Mayonnaise, stuffed into a baked potato. Take a minute and wrap your mind around that.
It was apparently tasty. The question I was asked, after I’d taken the picture? “You’ve encountered salad cream, right?” I told them that, yes, I had encountered it, and it sat in the fridge for about a year, waiting for the horror to wear off so that I could remove it to the bin. I was then told that salad cream is sort of the poor-man’s mayonnaise. As if this explained dousing one’s chicken tikka in mayonnaise.
We leave Friday morning for California. I’m looking forward to some good salads, everyone. I’ll even eat whatever passes for a tomato in California right now, knowing that it’s probably what I used to think was “devoid of flavor.” Because, really, it’ll probably taste like heaven.
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At least the photo is appealing!
Salad cream is the best! Without salad cream, there can be no salad. You need salad cream and slices of boiled egg. And maybe some cold ham on the side. Then it’s a salad, my friend.
Then it’s a salad.
It’s wrong when chicken looks like shrimp.