… or is it
starve!
I have it on good authority that living in Halls and being
responsible for what you eat produces all sorts of weird and
wonderful stuff.
Now I don't want you to lose sleep but here's a glimpse of real life
“a la Halls”.
“I was well
stocked with food drops that would shame the Army. Defrosting some
pre-portioned chilli or a piece of steak was amazing and possible
easier that a pizza to heat through and far tastier. But there were
days after the food had run out and instead of heading to the
supermarket for some fresh stuff it was either pasta, beans and
cheese or the ever popular angel delight and crisps. In my defence
the supermarket was 6 miles away due the amazing (lack of) planning
of the Halls of Residence and the only shop could charge what they
wanted for “Happy” bread. Happy seemed to be a euphemism for
white flour, a lack of taste and a shelf life that rivals any of the
ageing rockers still refusing to leave the stage!
Eggs were quite
popular, as were beans.
There were some
interesting meals, I cooked a lot of chicken in tomato soup as some
kind of shortcut to a sauce base, add mixed herbs and job done.
Lots of cheese
was melted onto bread, meat and bagels and there was the incident
with the microwave and ketchup – results in green smoke – don't
ask.”
My overwhelming memory is making shed loads of individual sticky
toffee puddings. The boy had no idea that they contained dates!
Sleep well!
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