The shit that Jamie Oliver is full of could block the Suez Canal, end-on. I eat “egg fried rice” a few times a week, because Siam, and Oliver’s mess is a farce, and not in a good way. And I hate his open fucking check shirt and the natural light falling across the designer surfaces. Tosser. Fuckwit.
Uncle Roger, though!
(EDIT – “streamed this to the Chromecast tv in our Airbnb” – KILL ME NOW)
Nothing wrong with Jamie (apart from the minor detail of closing restaurants, making people redundant and not paying suppliers’ bills whilst still retaining a fortune of £599 billion (fact check needed), nothing Wrong at all).
He’s never claimed his recipes are authentic (whatever that is) but there’s hardly a house in the UK that doesn’t have at least one of his books and there’s no doubt whatsoever he is one of the reasons British home-cooking has come so far from those dismal days of grey meat and boiled-to-death cabbage.
Actually the more I think about this the more incensed I become about “Uncle Joe”. Who does he think he is? Sir Oliver is showing the simple yeomen of the United Britains how to make a tasty and nutritious repast from ingredients they lifted from Lidl last time there was anything on the floor there.
I think he is good on Italian cooking (despite all his restaurants going bust), British and French, Maybe not so good on Asian if Uncle Roger is to be believed (check out his Thai curries and Butter Chicken too)
I can’t be doing with that, it’s worryingly nonspecific. Uncles are a special category of men, whom I’ve always assumed are supplied by some kind of agency – their activities largely restricted to sitting by the fire grunting occasionally, with hair growing out of their ears.
In other news, any man who refers to himself as a Funny/Cool/Groovy Uncle wants the thick end of a ragman’s trumpet.
The same is true in India, where I am “uncle” to the children of friends. The difference is that it’s used as a suffix, so I’m David Uncle.
I wonder what Uncle Roger would make of the nearest Chinese takeaway to me in North London, where they have a catering size bottle of HP Sauce to use when they feel it’s appropriate.
I wouldn’t get too obsessed about the purity of recipes. Most good domestic cooks I know will vary things depending on what they’ve got to hand, and taste. And that’s how cuisine develops – presumably a 16th century Uncle Roger would have been angry about the use of chilli in Chinese food when it first arrived via the Portuguese. Now it’s a source of pride.
This (=calling someone “uncle”, not the suffix business) used to be common in Swedish as well, when I was growing up (and earlier), “farbror” (uncle – more accurately “dad’s brother”, the word for “mum’s brother” – morbror – was never used in this regard) used to adress male strangers as well as friends of the family, and “tant” (older word meaning aunt, but now mostly used as a synonym for “older woman” or “older-looking woman”; normally “faster” or “moster” is used when meaning aunt) for adressing female strangers and friends of the family.
Not really used anymore by kids today, other than in describing people, but never in adressing someone directly. So they would say “I saw a tant in a red coat” but not say “Can tant show me how to get to the bus station, please?” And “farbror” would be replaced by “gubbe”, which is the male equivalent of “tant” in the “old”/”old-looking” sense of the word. (“I saw a “gubbe” kicking a cat” etc.)
@Locust In Hungarian you can also use “bacsi” or “neni” to refer in to a stranger in much the same way as you describe, often in a perjorative or disapproving way, with the word “old” in front of it.
So, people might say things like “did you see what that old guy at the bus stop did?”, using “oreg basci”.
@Pajp, in Swedish it’s gone from being used in a polite way, to being perjorative, to becoming rather neutral words that can be either, or even used in a loving way, depending on the rest of the sentence.
“Gubbe” and “tant” can also be made into verbs, “gubbig” and “tantig” – they’re more universally disapproving…
@locust This is great… I can see that we will end up with an Afterword thesis on the Comparative Uses of “Uncle” and “Aunt” in European languages (or at least in Northern Germanic Swedish and Finno-Ugric Hungarian)!
Having said that, I am getting close to the boundaries of my knowledge on this subject.
In India children refer to adult strangers as uncle and aunty. I sponsored a girl I didn’t know through university and got a lovely thank you letter adressed to uncle.
Don’t take this personally, but seeing “Uncle Wheaty” here always makes me feel … uncomfortable. I can see him – not you, mind – being a sinister character in a horror movie. Do you live in a strange house in the woods? Wear bib dungarees with nothing underneath except a mat of body hair?
Thanks for posting this Leeds, I am firmly down the YT rabbit-hole now. I have decided that my retirement will be spent learning how to make this shit properly. Or to find the best place to buy curry sauce from at the very least.
I knew Jamie Oliver’s skills as a chef were not rated by other chefs, but he is popular on TV. A guy I used to know who ran a Chinese restaurant told me about a time Ken Hom gave a cooking demonsration to chefs in Hong Kong. Ken Hom was also a successful TV chef and sold lots of books so the event was well attended by chefs interested to know his secret. Most of them walked out quite early realising that he did not even know how to hold a wok properly.
Before you mock Uncle Roger,’s reactions – there a video somewhere of an American lady making a cup of English tea. It’s such an abomination I can’t bring myself to search for it.
Oh let me guess. A mug of warm yellow water with a fucking string coming out of it. They make tea about as well as they make gun control laws. Only with much worse results.
I am ‘Uncle Grey’ to my best friend’s daughter, who I first saw when she was a day old (her daughter, that is, not my friend). She is a huge part of our life, and we are immensely proud and touched by our Aunty/Uncle designation. As you were.
What an annoying dick. I lasted about two minutes. Dinner time in my house is for cooking something quick and enjoyable to feed a busy family rather than demonstrating my culinary puritanism and multicultural cred.
To put my cards on the table, on our weekly pizza night it’s my bacon, banana, blue cheese and jalapeño pizza that gets demolished first (don’t judge until you’ve tried it!). I also love chorizo in paella and will happily call any sparkling white from Australia ‘Champagne’.
I watched it all (never seen him before) and I thought it was done rather tongue in cheek and overacted for laughs – and I thought that he mostly was very funny, even when I disagreed with the opinions. It seemed to me as if he was playing a stereotypical character (for exemple: to me it sounded like he exaggerated his accent, or imitated the stronger accent of his parents – I could be wrong, but that’s what it sounds like to me).
You are a character too. All that worrying about perceived taste. Are we really expected to believe you have never listened to Genesis before? And as for the handle. “Arthur” indeed! No real person is called Arthur.
Watched a few more, hilarious, especially about Jamie, he liked Gordon Ramsey’s fried rice and mostly Nigella though, the latter based not exclusively on her cooking skills
The shit that Jamie Oliver is full of could block the Suez Canal, end-on. I eat “egg fried rice” a few times a week, because Siam, and Oliver’s mess is a farce, and not in a good way. And I hate his open fucking check shirt and the natural light falling across the designer surfaces. Tosser. Fuckwit.
Uncle Roger, though!
(EDIT – “streamed this to the Chromecast tv in our Airbnb” – KILL ME NOW)
I left out the ‘in Saltaire’ bit to appear more HP friendly. Seems to have been a wasted effort.
Nothing wrong with Jamie (apart from the minor detail of closing restaurants, making people redundant and not paying suppliers’ bills whilst still retaining a fortune of £599 billion (fact check needed), nothing Wrong at all).
He’s never claimed his recipes are authentic (whatever that is) but there’s hardly a house in the UK that doesn’t have at least one of his books and there’s no doubt whatsoever he is one of the reasons British home-cooking has come so far from those dismal days of grey meat and boiled-to-death cabbage.
And at least he tried to sort out school food. Leave. Jamie. Alone!
…and then you had mums at school gates at lunch time with the burgers that the kids were used to.
“They can’t eat this posh food like shepherd’s pie”
Yes you’re all right of course and I apologise.
Actually the more I think about this the more incensed I become about “Uncle Joe”. Who does he think he is? Sir Oliver is showing the simple yeomen of the United Britains how to make a tasty and nutritious repast from ingredients they lifted from Lidl last time there was anything on the floor there.
Not in Great Yarmouth!
The kids were fed a heavy metal lunch.
Bloaters and chips.
I think he is good on Italian cooking (despite all his restaurants going bust), British and French, Maybe not so good on Asian if Uncle Roger is to be believed (check out his Thai curries and Butter Chicken too)
Thai curries?? There’s no such thing. Great Khmer curries in Cambodia.
Rouge et Vert?
1. How is he anybody’s Uncle? Is it because Nephew Roger doesn’t sound as good?
2. I once asked a Chinese guy how to do fried rice and he simply said, “Don’t bother, you’ll get it wrong”
3. Jamie Oliver, eh? It’s still the 1990s somewhere.
In Siam, the “uncle” prefix is pretty common. Most Far Eastern males are somebody’s uncle,
I can’t be doing with that, it’s worryingly nonspecific. Uncles are a special category of men, whom I’ve always assumed are supplied by some kind of agency – their activities largely restricted to sitting by the fire grunting occasionally, with hair growing out of their ears.
In other news, any man who refers to himself as a Funny/Cool/Groovy Uncle wants the thick end of a ragman’s trumpet.
And a tinker’s cuss.
Uncle sounds, you know, so avuncular.
That, presumably, is what Uncle Ernie thought.
The same is true in India, where I am “uncle” to the children of friends. The difference is that it’s used as a suffix, so I’m David Uncle.
I wonder what Uncle Roger would make of the nearest Chinese takeaway to me in North London, where they have a catering size bottle of HP Sauce to use when they feel it’s appropriate.
I wouldn’t get too obsessed about the purity of recipes. Most good domestic cooks I know will vary things depending on what they’ve got to hand, and taste. And that’s how cuisine develops – presumably a 16th century Uncle Roger would have been angry about the use of chilli in Chinese food when it first arrived via the Portuguese. Now it’s a source of pride.
In Hungary too, an older male is referred to by children as “uncle” (bacsi) and it is a suffix. I would be Pajp bacsi.
Older females are néni (auntie).
This (=calling someone “uncle”, not the suffix business) used to be common in Swedish as well, when I was growing up (and earlier), “farbror” (uncle – more accurately “dad’s brother”, the word for “mum’s brother” – morbror – was never used in this regard) used to adress male strangers as well as friends of the family, and “tant” (older word meaning aunt, but now mostly used as a synonym for “older woman” or “older-looking woman”; normally “faster” or “moster” is used when meaning aunt) for adressing female strangers and friends of the family.
Not really used anymore by kids today, other than in describing people, but never in adressing someone directly. So they would say “I saw a tant in a red coat” but not say “Can tant show me how to get to the bus station, please?” And “farbror” would be replaced by “gubbe”, which is the male equivalent of “tant” in the “old”/”old-looking” sense of the word. (“I saw a “gubbe” kicking a cat” etc.)
@Locust In Hungarian you can also use “bacsi” or “neni” to refer in to a stranger in much the same way as you describe, often in a perjorative or disapproving way, with the word “old” in front of it.
So, people might say things like “did you see what that old guy at the bus stop did?”, using “oreg basci”.
@Pajp, in Swedish it’s gone from being used in a polite way, to being perjorative, to becoming rather neutral words that can be either, or even used in a loving way, depending on the rest of the sentence.
“Gubbe” and “tant” can also be made into verbs, “gubbig” and “tantig” – they’re more universally disapproving…
@locust This is great… I can see that we will end up with an Afterword thesis on the Comparative Uses of “Uncle” and “Aunt” in European languages (or at least in Northern Germanic Swedish and Finno-Ugric Hungarian)!
Having said that, I am getting close to the boundaries of my knowledge on this subject.
Yeah, it would make a very slim book, I fear!
In India children refer to adult strangers as uncle and aunty. I sponsored a girl I didn’t know through university and got a lovely thank you letter adressed to uncle.
In Korean, the older sister of a boy is “nu-na”, whereas the older sister of a girl is “un-nie”.
We knew that, FFS. What do you take us for?
In the north east of England, a nunny is something else entirely.
I’m not
Don’t take this personally, but seeing “Uncle Wheaty” here always makes me feel … uncomfortable. I can see him – not you, mind – being a sinister character in a horror movie. Do you live in a strange house in the woods? Wear bib dungarees with nothing underneath except a mat of body hair?
…. not his own
I thought Uncle Roger was a reference to Roger Waters, imagine my disappoint.
Welease Woger!
Oliver is shower. #UncToo
@pencilsqueezer
Lovely jubbly
Olive oil is a bit weird in Chinese cookery. Not sure why Jamie couldn’t locate vegetable or peanut oil.
Olive oil is weird in any cookery. It’s not for cooking.
This is news to me. I don’t think I ever cook anything WITHOUT olive oil.
Be a man. Use lard.
It used to be said not to fry with olive oil, it appears it’s fine to use it for all frying.
https://www.newfoodmagazine.com/article/151171/should-you-fry-with-olive-oil-or-expose-it-to-very-high-temperatures/
Don’t tell any Italians or Spanish people this.
I think there’s a difference between olive oil and extra virgin olive oil, the latter should be used in salad dressings etc
“Extra virgin” is a term that should only be used in the context of the birth of the Baby Jesus.
Rice bran oil. Nuff said.
Thanks for posting this Leeds, I am firmly down the YT rabbit-hole now. I have decided that my retirement will be spent learning how to make this shit properly. Or to find the best place to buy curry sauce from at the very least.
I knew Jamie Oliver’s skills as a chef were not rated by other chefs, but he is popular on TV. A guy I used to know who ran a Chinese restaurant told me about a time Ken Hom gave a cooking demonsration to chefs in Hong Kong. Ken Hom was also a successful TV chef and sold lots of books so the event was well attended by chefs interested to know his secret. Most of them walked out quite early realising that he did not even know how to hold a wok properly.
Ken “I love my cooking” Hom
Best quote:
“You hear sizzling. I hear ancestors crying.” 😀
Before you mock Uncle Roger,’s reactions – there a video somewhere of an American lady making a cup of English tea. It’s such an abomination I can’t bring myself to search for it.
Oh let me guess. A mug of warm yellow water with a fucking string coming out of it. They make tea about as well as they make gun control laws. Only with much worse results.
If you want to see something truly horrendous, check out Brooklyn Beckham’s “breakfast sandwich”
https://www.today.com/video/brooklyn-beckham-makes-an-english-breakfast-sandwich-122878021997
Oh god, oh jesus christ.
Photography’s loos is the culinary arts’ gain
Photography’s loos!
Seriously tho’ folks, it’s good to see eating dog making inroads into Western culture.
I wouldn’t fancy Brooklyn Beckham cooking me fried eggs after he’d stuck his finger in the yokes.
I am ‘Uncle Grey’ to my best friend’s daughter, who I first saw when she was a day old (her daughter, that is, not my friend). She is a huge part of our life, and we are immensely proud and touched by our Aunty/Uncle designation. As you were.
*gives Mr. Area the good kicking he deserves*
What an annoying dick. I lasted about two minutes. Dinner time in my house is for cooking something quick and enjoyable to feed a busy family rather than demonstrating my culinary puritanism and multicultural cred.
To put my cards on the table, on our weekly pizza night it’s my bacon, banana, blue cheese and jalapeño pizza that gets demolished first (don’t judge until you’ve tried it!). I also love chorizo in paella and will happily call any sparkling white from Australia ‘Champagne’.
It’s not for you, clearly. And that’s fine.
I watched it all (never seen him before) and I thought it was done rather tongue in cheek and overacted for laughs – and I thought that he mostly was very funny, even when I disagreed with the opinions. It seemed to me as if he was playing a stereotypical character (for exemple: to me it sounded like he exaggerated his accent, or imitated the stronger accent of his parents – I could be wrong, but that’s what it sounds like to me).
The not so secret secret is Uncle Roger is a character.
You’re wrong about the champagne thing though. That’s going to cost you big time in a bar if you do that.
Why is everyone online a “character” these days??? Are any of you lot for real or are you all just playing “characters” as well? I must know.
You are a character too. All that worrying about perceived taste. Are we really expected to believe you have never listened to Genesis before? And as for the handle. “Arthur” indeed! No real person is called Arthur.
Curses. Was it my Gabriel ’72 haircut that gave it away?
Watched a few more, hilarious, especially about Jamie, he liked Gordon Ramsey’s fried rice and mostly Nigella though, the latter based not exclusively on her cooking skills
Her decor? Her chopping skills? Her access to ruinously expensive delis in West London, without which none of her recipes can be made?
I’ll hazard a guess it’s her bosoms.
They’re definitely bosoms aren’t they? Definitely not tits, still less knockers. Not that I’ve thought about it that much.
How’s my sexism today?
She’s a bosomy wench, and there’s no way that can be in a bad way. If you were a pretentious twat, you’d refer to her as Rubensesque.
It’s good, but I did find them as annoying as each other. Which was possibly the point.
It’s like the Tory leadership hustings, in that respect. And most others too
Nigella’s bosoms?
Two more from them later
(Three would be weird)