When you boil it all down it’s hard to get away from the fact that food is basically just a fuel for this machine we inhabit; the human body. It has often been compared to putting fuel in a car. Like our bodies they just won’t work without it. In fact there are many motoring terms used when it comes to our bodies and health. I’ve heard people suggest that just like a car, for the body to work efficiently it needs the three basics of oil, fuel and water. I’ve heard other experts playing the guilt card when they tell us that overly processed foods are predominantly ‘bad fuel’ and they expand by saying, “If you wouldn’t put cheap, bad petrol into an expensive car that can be replaced why do you put bad, cheap food into a body that is irreplaceable”. The comparisons go on and on and I wonder what the experts used before the invention of the motor car.
While I understand the need for these analogies and see how they may simplify an understanding of food and health for the masses, I also find myself irritated by them. Food is so much more than just mere fuel. I don’t agonise over what kind of petrol to put in my car. I pull up at the pump, pour it in and pay. It is a joyless but necessary transaction and one that I don’t really have an opinion on. I don’t look forward to the event with anticipation like I would if it were fuel for my body. I don’t take my time and slowly pour the petrol in just to enjoy the experience more. I don’t call my friends and invite them to come and share the occasion of the insertion of fuel. And, unlike excellent restaurants, if I’ve been to a particularly good petrol station (one that’s nicely laid out, clean and efficient perhaps) I don’t tend to tell everyone about it and recommend it as the ‘best place to buy fuel’. I don’t get excited at the thought of a return visit or idle some thoughts wondering if the next time I go will I try a little diesel perhaps or maybe a new brand of engine oil rather than just my usual fill of plain unleaded petrol!
Of course we need food for nourishment but there is so much more to it. There are the huge social and cultural aspects that we attach to its gathering, preparation and consumption. From the simplest breaking of bread together as a family to marvellous formal affairs, they all have food at the centre. From christenings to funerals, food is involved. Indeed if food was merely fuel why even have the ritual of sitting to a wedding feast after the ceremony? If it was just energy we needed for the party then we should just hand our guests a can of red bull and tell them to sit for a few minutes before the band starts.
Food is also used as both reward and punishment. How many spouses have closed up the kitchen as a result of a row? How many spouses have been punished for tardiness by finding their dinners in the dog bowl? How many children have been bribed with sweets in order to behave here or there? And how many couples have enjoyed getting to know each other over food? There would be fewer customers in restaurants if people the world over weren’t constantly wooed over fancy meals and many relationships have been cemented on the culinary skills of one or other partner. Even in the movies if someone is to be executed we know they get to choose their last meal; now that’s purely for pleasure as they won’t need the energy where they’re going. The smell of certain foods can trigger memories both wonderful and painful and so again we see the inherent power of food as more than just mere fuel. If we weren’t meant to enjoy food on this greater level then there would have been no need for the variety and abundance of food that exists and certainly little point in having taste buds.
What we do with food can endear us to people or even offend. It’s not right to judge but if we are honest we sometimes weigh people up in food situations. We observe their food manners and form a particular view on how they use their cutlery. We can even form negative opinions when they don’t stick to the same rules that we have. That first meal with the parents of a new partner can be very tricky. It is subconsciously laced with many traps and mines. Being unaware of one or two rules of food etiquette could instantly jeopardise your future relationship with these people. Of course we all publicly pretend that this is not the case. We would never admit to being so narrow minded, but ask yourself privately if you have ever formed an opinion on someone over how they put the fuel in. Then ask if you have ever judged someone socially by how they stand when filling petrol into their car on a forecourt! No, neither have I. As children the houses we enjoy the most are the ones with overflowing fridges and Mammies that offer us goodies. Children couldn’t care less about your décor but empty foodless cupboards can leave an indelible mark on them.
Food etiquette and manners can be the source of great diplomatic faux pas. Offering the wrong type of food to people of certain religious persuasions can be considered highly offensive and insulting. And yet food is also a great leveller in that who would refuse a gift of food? On one occasion when I was invited to a party I knew that everyone, being polite, would bring a gift. Predictably these were in the main wine and flowers. I pushed the boundary and brought rashers, sausages, eggs a pint of milk and other breakfast stuff. My unusual gift surprised but genuinely thrilled my hosts; mission accomplished. When we find ourselves with a gift dilemma the obvious answer is always a food hamper or a meal voucher.
Food is an integral part of the human experience and maybe we have overcomplicated it with all the ‘stuff’; the infinite amount of gadgets, accessories, utensils and tableware but even without the bells and whistles it is still much more than just mere fuel. It remains one of our greatest pleasures and we should never take the variety we enjoy and its abundance for granted. Food is a blessing and often how we bless others and it should be respected as such. Now, what am I going to have for my lunch?
I always welcome your comments and feedback at pat@jameswhelanbutchers.com
Butterflied leg of lamb
Ingredients
- 1 leg of lamb, boned, opened out flat and trimmed, roughly 4-5cm thick
- 4 tablesp. extra-virgin olive oil
- 1 lemon
- 2 fresh rosemary stalks, leaves stripped
- 3 large garlic cloves, cut into slivers
- Sea salt and freshly-ground black pepper
- 1 cucumber, peeled, seeded and cubed
- 1 small red onion, thinly sliced
- 6 ripe tomatoes, cut into wedges
- 50g wild rocket leaves
- Small handful fresh mint leaves
To Cook
Cooking time: 50 minutes
Method
Place the lamb in a large non-metallic dish and drizzle over half the olive oil, then pare the lemon rind on top. Scatter over the rosemary and garlic slivers. Season generously and turn over a couple of times until the marinade ingredients are evenly distributed. Cover with clingfilm and set aside for 2 hours to allow the flavours to combine or overnight in the fridge is even better.
Light a barbecue or preheat the oven to Gas mark 7, 220ºC(450ºF). If the lamb has been chilled overnight, bring it back to room temperature. If cooking it in the oven place it, skin-side up, on a rack in a large roasting tin and season with salt. Roast the lamb for 35 minutes for medium rare. If you don’t like your lamb tto pink cook on for another 10 minutes. Alternatively barbecue the lamb for about 40 minutes for medium rare, turning occasionally.
To make the salad, place the cucumber, red onion and tomatoes in a large bowl. Fold in the rocket and tear in the mint leaves. Season to taste and then dress with the remaining two tablespoons of olive oil and a good squeeze of lemon juice.
When the lamb is cooked, transfer to a warm dish, then leave to rest in a warm place for 10 minutes.
Serving Suggestions
Carve into slices and arrange on plates with the summer salad and some boiled new potatoes to serve.


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