Just returned from big vegie conference in Sydney—’Vegetables claim centre plate’. Shocking how much kerfuffle goes on around the growing of vegetables. Sort of amusingly shocking how the meat and livestock industry are very aggressive and don’t really want to share the plate. How did it get to be so that when you order a main course in a restaurant, you must pay extra for the vegies on the side? And no matter that they are $8 a serve and the main is over $30, you feel that this is expensive and so don’t buy them?
We ate one night at a Darling Harbor steakhouse, because, y’know, we were meant to eat it—and you can preview the delightfully subversive new Sam Neill TV advert here. He’s rather menacing for a product spokesman, which I frankly enjoy. (Also love the inclusion of the dreadlocked female neighbors peeking up over the fence.) And seriously, who doesn’t salivate when their neighbor is cooking meat on the barbie?
I was the only one who did not order a 300g+ Filet Mignon wrapped with bacon and garnished with butter. This was in part because I didn’t want my plate to include garlic potatoes. I wanted mash and did not want to pay $8 for a dish of potatoes. But also—300g? That’s a lot of food. So I had the Petite Fillet of beef, weighing in at 160g. The vegies dominated.
Interesting food link for today: Rebecca’s pocket and the cheap food challenge. I would like to be a vego. But I would miss the odd steak.
