I HATE MONDAYS: BRITISH COOKS

Slavery is never the subject to bring up when an awkward silence arises, but it's most definitely a subject that makes you wonder. 

British colonies held Africa under subjection, leaving them with immense amounts of resources - including things such as gold, sugar and herbs and spices to be used as seasoning. 

I guess it's safe to say that those resources were used pretty well. With the gold, England has proved to be one of the richest countries in the world, promising to be the 'land of opportunity'. England had never held back on the sugar coating either -  making it a land full of casualties when it comes to diabetes.

But then I suppose it brings me to that vital question. What happened to the seasoning? 

You know you are in England when your chicken is 'drizzled' with cranberry sauce.

Or when you have chicken smothered in tomato ketchup and called 'barbeque chicken'.

Or maybe when the chicken isn’t even washed at all.

Poor Chicken.

Human beings are blessed with the sense of taste

So why ignore the fact that the meat you just cooked tastes like nothing?

Almost like tangible air.

In saying that, I think the country caught on, because the words 'curry' and 'jerk' are being mentioned more and more on our cookery programmes. The nation is becoming more accepting of other cultural dishes. 

But at the end of the day, just because you have Reggae Reggae sauce, it does not mean you can cook West Indian food.

The Highleigh conference centre knew this. A few years ago, my Church would have a national youth conference deep down in the countryside once a year. From a young age, I grew up eating the chips, roast potatoes, and toast, never complaining. We stopped going to Highleigh conference centre for a while , eventually decided to go back roughly two years ago. As far as I’m concerned, the chefs must have changed, and not known who we were, because when we returned, they panicked.

'What are we going to cook for these black people?'

'Don't panic sweetheart. Stay calm.'

*silence*

*clicks fingers*

'I know! I have the perfect dish. Let us cook them rice and peas. They like that kind of stuff don't they !?'.

But boy where they wrong.

I looked on my plate to see rice and green peas.

...Pshh I wish!

They gave me rice and raisins.

They even had the cheek to put a leaf on the plate.

I'll just take the Bangers and Mash thank you.

ZoOm