Gaz Cooks Crap

Unless you're one of those guys who has to live in some sort of tank or bubble, you've probably had a cold - and by one of those guys who has to live in a bubble I mean someone with an impaired immune system who can't come into contact with pathogens, as opposed to arsewit 'magician' David Blaine doing another dreary stunt. He doesn't have to live in a bubble of course and just periodically chooses to, although ironically it would be a whole lot better if he did have to live in one full time and then also the bubble floated out to sea and was eaten by a kraken. But anyway, when you have a cold, people will almost certainly suggest you have either hot honey and lemon and/or chicken soup to help you feel better. The theory being that these are tried and tested cures - chicken soup is even known as 'Jewish penicillin', which probably says a lot more about a frightening lack of oversight at Israeli branches of Boots than anything else. However, I'm ...

So here we are then, week 2. Having recovered from last week's undiluted gravy granule-induced heartburn, this week we're doing a twist on a genuine recipe accompanied by not so much a twist as a full-on dislocation with dreadfully torn ligaments of a traditional side. With surprising results - not least of which being I'm not in A&E at the moment on some sort of drip. As before, here's this week's identity parade of bit parts you'll need for this Frankenstein of a dish should you wish to cook along at home (preferably your home, as I've already done the washing up). And yes, I know Frankenstein was the scientist and not the monster so that's technically incorrect, but then I also know this: shut up. Anyway: Ingredients: If this isn't a balanced diet, I don't know what is. 2 chicken breasts or 4 or 5 mini fillets (basically, pick your favourite chicken extremity and use that) A bottle of Ribena concentrate A bag of radishes Some...

So before we start down this slippery slope to culinary purgatory, just to be clear I will be eating everything I make (well, trying at least - I may not be able to force it all down), and trying to make stuff as cheaply as possible with as little waste. Failing being able to stomach it myself, I have 2 cats and one will happily eat tissues and/or the sick of the other one, so fingers crossed there won't be much going in the bin. Except possibly the cat if something turns out particularly badly. Anyway, as crack addicts almost certainly say before taking a hit, let's get cracking. I've kept it simple by doctoring a regular sponge recipe by national treasure (in that she's as old as many geological gemstone finds), Mary Berry. If for some inexplicable reason you fancy cooking along in the comfort of your own home (and in safe proximity to your own lavatory), you will need: For the cake: 113 g (4 oz) self-raising flour 113 g (4 oz) butter 113 g (4 oz) of 'speci...

Years ago, I had a simple dream. To open a deliberately terrible restaurant that sold absurd food to morons at exorbitant prices, which they would pay to prove how stupidly rich they were. That dream is yet to come true, but given the entire world seems to have gone batshit crazy of late, I feel my time is coming. So with only a modicum of further ado, because I'm not posting my first recipe until tomorrow, I thought it was high time I started putting together my menu. I present to you (or at least I will in about 20 hours)... Gaz Cooks Crap. Tomorrows recipe will be: BEEF SPONGE