It was such a regular dish for me, it became a running joke among my friends (that, and the fact I never had any food in the house). It wasn’t because I was trying to lose weight though, it’s just that was my life. Busy and stressed, working long hours, no time, energy or inclination to make a proper meal.
That dinner was my comfort food. Those addictive little salty crackly texture explosions. The perfect quick fix for collapsing in front of the tv, mindlessly watching whatever was on and recuperating. Trying to get over whatever challenges a day (and sometimes part of the night) at the office had thrown at me. Or the perfect accompaniment to doing more work once I got home. Eating with one hand, typing with the other. You didn’t even need cutlery.
And it was kind of like cooking… I mean I made it in a saucepan. And I made it so well I called it one of my specialist skills. I had that combination of hot oil, bit of air, regular shaking, down.Continue Reading..