Collioure Sardines

 

Eddie leaves Tom and Greta for the sanctity of the SW coast oa West Med, as we say in the trade. His favrit place is the smaall coastal village of Collioure near Perpignon. There is onli one road in an' one out which makes it a nightmare in the height of season: but Eddie's trick is travel daan to the village at night when awl of the tourists have left the resort  returnin' to their 'Eurocamp' tents oa 'mobile homes' dependin' on how well fixed they are. Originally, the fishing village actually functioned but now there onli a few boats that venture out in search of sardine, shrimp, an' oddli enuff, 'crabs'. Each cottage has been painted a different quite vivid colour; this was to enable the fishermen to recognise their own place whilst being miles out at sea, by way of comfort an' a feelin' of security. Eddie was awlso told that the fisherman used to wear heavy, fick sweaters, not just against cold winter winds but becawse if they were swept ova board they would sink like a stone hastenin' their 'orrible drowin' deff. Gruesome oa wot?
Setting up by the harbour near the uvva smaall fishermen's vans Eddie would be camouflaged from pryin' traffic bobbies who were constantly 'movin' on cheeky tourists. He was awlso able to liberate the odd bag of sardines oa prawns oa anyfink that was offered by the generous local fishermen.

Simple Sardines
Roughly gut the fish an' skewer on thin driftwood sticks: the wood renders that extra bit of natural sea flavour that makes awl the difference. Rummage around the numerous, abandoned barbeque piles that have been left by wasteful tourists securin' sufficient fuel. Supplement the coals wiv some moa driftwood an' dried seaweed. Gentli cook the fish ova the wonderfully fragrant heat. Devour the spoils as the sunsets ova the harbour wiv several gaasses of dry white. It doesn't get much betta than that.

Sete and Cap d'Adge

 

Afta stickin' Ramunia on a flight back to Liverpool Eddie trundles daan the autoroute de Soleil using the free section around Nimes to Monpellier. Tying into the coast road east of Aigue Mortes by lunchtime he is approachin' familiar landscape near Sete. He has old friends, Tom an' Greta, who usually stay on the Canal du Midi for most of the year. They are a right queer couple; a mild functioning English drunkard with his butch brutal wife. Only last year she routinely hospitilized, the poor bugga, by breakin a few ribs an' damagin' his spleen. It takes awl sorts, some blokes seem to serve their penance by bein' beaten up by their loved ones.
Eddie's welcome is awlays warm, although since the latest violent attack he tends not to turn his back on the gracious Greta. Consumin' only enuff wine to stay compass he treads careful, foa the few days that he can tolerate. Laast year he loaned one of his 'special' made up bikes to Greta who seems to have misplaced it. Eddie suspects that she has flogged it off probably foa booze oa drugs. He ain't daaft. There is one savin' grace about his mate Tom in that he used to be a Top chef until he succomed to the demon liquor: in his laast job he set fire to his own barnet scatterin' the kitchen staff from everi exit.
Tom's signature dish: Rouget avec sauce de beurre et Chilli.


Make sure the fish are fresh, check out the brightness of the eyes an' the stiffness of the body; the stiffer the betta, as I am regularly reminded. Usin onli the fillets put at one side an' prepare the sawse. Gentli fry some chopped shallots in a tablespoon of olive oil addin' some dried chilli flakes an' season until goldin' brown. Mix in a tablespoon of flour to form the roux, then add one cup of decent white wine: local Costierres de Nimes is ok, just. Secondly, add some single cream oa creme fraise dependin' on your diet. Finally stir in a good, warm, big, knob of butta to glaze.
Gentli sear the fish fillets in a buttered pan, skin daan foa free minits then turn foa a furvva one minit. Arrange neatly on a servin' plate an' dispense the sawse. Foa gawds sake rememba that Greta may be on the prowl foa sexual gratification, which is awlways best avoided, so stay alert.

Canal Hopping Hotpot

 

Eddie spends a great deal of time followin' the Canal routes of Fraance. Today we find him on the Canal du Midi visitin' a friend who has a berth in the marina at Beaucaire, locatid in the Du Gard region of southern Fraance.His mate left England 10 years ago wiv his wife who died suddenly leavin' him on his own wiv very little money an' no will to live. There is a local 'Brit' population but they are mainly 'arseholes' who have bailed out becawse the wine is cheaper daan here an' they can stay permanently pissed foa pennies. Some of them claim to be artists but couldn't paint a khasi wall, ovvas are writers who can't string too words togevva an' worst of awl, some profess to be builders who couldn't be trustid to build a decent 'shit' in the bog.
Anyway, Eddie enjoys the canals becawse he's got instant access to wawtta to wash an' clean himself an' his rig. it is awlso the basic ingredient of cookin'. Not that he uses canal wawtta: the amount of crap that is just frown ovwerboard you would not believe, as well as deisel an' the local garbage that peeple jeterson on a regular basis.  After a forage at 'Leader Price' Eddie has the ingredients foa his famous 'hotpot' which he usually makes on Monday so that it laasts him froo the week.
'Meet Hotpot'  
Chop an' gently fry free onions in a pan wiv a little olive oil an' bacon bits. Dice 500 grams of 'shin' beef into centimetre cubes an' seal. Add arf a pint of beef stock an' simma foa 60 minits. Cut five carrots into chunks, foa celery sticks into the same an' anuvva onion then add to the mix. Meanwhile, peel an chop a bag of spuds. Pour in anuuva arf pint of wawtta, not canal, wiv the arf the spuds foa firty minits then add the remainin' spuds. Gently simma until the meet an' spuds is fallin. Serve wiv bread; leave the rest of the 'otpot' foa the neaxt foa days; by Friday it will resemble dog vomit but it will still taste bootiful. Make sure Ramunia has had a good dippin in the wawtta befoa tacklin' it foa the night.

Tarascon Magret

This place, Tarascon, is probably the armpit of Provence. Originally famed for it's King Rene Chateau, the Cathedral of St. Martha, the Portal St. Jean, the magnificent 18th century  ornate Theatre and it's fortified walls; it has become a sad reflection of it's important past. Unfortunately the striking town houses have fallen into disrepair occupied by 'renters' living off benefits. Subsequently the town Hall cannot support the infrastructure so streets are dirty, civic buildings shabby, empty and closed. But, both Eddie and I have some good friends that still persevere to dwell therein. Amongst them are Fabrice and Papou who run the 'Theatre Bistro'. Fabrice is a very inventive chef, I can't remember the number of times that I have robbed his recipees.
One other curiosity that the town is famed for is the legend of the Tarasque, a fearsome river monster; a cross between a lion and a crocodile with a huge 'shelled' back. This creature would periodically emerge from the Rhone to devour local maidens (it's bloody well welcome to um if you ask me; the town must have the ugliest women in the whole of Fraance). It was daan to St. Martha to sooth the beast after which a crowd of yoofs stoned it to deff. Things haven't changed much, the local yoof still have violent moronic tendencies. To celebrate the event the town commissioned a local artist to sculpt a stone effigy of the Tarasque which they placed outside the Chateau to attract tourists.
Eddie decided to mark the event his way by super gluing a giant plaster 'dick and balls' on the top of it's head. This he achieved at midnight when the town was asleep. It took the local Gendarmerie 2 days to chisel it off. Result.
Fabrice's Magret du Canard.
Place the Magret skin daan in a frying pan on a very low heat foa 15 minits. Drain off the fat an' turn to flesh side foa 5 minits. Remove from the pan and slice. Very pink. Serve wiv a green salad. Simple but brilliant.

Vallebregues omelette

Just north of  Tarascon in the Bouches de Rhone region of Provence lies the small village of Vallebregues. This smaall village is actually in 'Du Gard' becawse in 1960 a huge barrage construction was built diverting the mighty Rhone thus cutting off the village. The main purpose of the barrage was to provide hydro-electrical power as well as controlling the flood waters of the lower Camargue estuary. Anyway enuff of the history lesson the reason that I mention this place is becawse Eddie has anuvva favrit site foa campin'. Just beyond the village there is a a natural lake surrounded by a picnic area. Edddie usually pitches his  rig on the fringes of the site to avoid the curious enquiries of the local 'ner do wells'. During the day Ramunia enjoys swimming in the polluted, stagnant puddle whilst Eddie forages in the nearby woods foa mushrooms an' berries. Anuvva interestin aspect occurs around 5.30 every evening when the 'french forestry commision' water carriers swoop down to scoop the river filling their tanks for the following morning surveillance. These are ancient, bright yellow and red aircraft that are continually airborne vigilantly searching throughout the Summer months for bush fires. They rapidly drop from the heavans to within 2 metres above the water lowering a huge hose which sucks up the water, after which they ascend back to the vivid blue sky.
Eddies basket, by early evening, is bulging with fungi from the woods that surround the village; he has also secured a bag of peaches from the numerous orchards that are bountiful in the region. These ingredienz become the staples of the evening meal.


Mushroom Omelette followed by peaches an' custard.
Beat up foa eggs, wiv a little milk, in a cup an' season. Clean, cut an' prepare the fungi. If there is any concern regardin' the provenance of the mushrooms the local pharmacy will identify the wrong uns' so that you don't poison yourself to deff. Poa the egg mix into a heated greased fryin' pan, add the fungi arfta a minit oa two. Flip one arf ova the uvva an' turn. By now Ramunia has washed the peaches, cut them into quarters placin' them into Eddies only two bowls. Reachin' foa the 'Birds Custard' located in one of the storage compartments in the C15 she fondly reminds Eddie that this particular dessert awlways makes her frisky an' that he should prepare himself foa after dinner acrobatics. Eddies stirs the warm milk wiv added vigor befoa addin' the custard powda. Enjoy.

Pont du Gard Chicken

The Pont du Gard is one of these wonderful Roman miracles that has remained intact for centuries.actually the area has an abundance of Roman works from old roads to Coliseums: Arles and Nimes being magnificent in their own right, Glanumn at St.Remy de Provence is also quite breathtaking. Anyway, enuff fanny, Eddie visits the Pont du Gard on a regular basis as it provides washing facilities, namely the river. The water is perishin' but Eddie quite enjoys the freshness as it seems to emphasise his robust, conical 'bellend' that flourishes rather than shrinks given the extreme temperatures. He takes great pride swanking up and daan the crowded banks of the river proudly thrusting out his member.
There are not many pickins' to be found in the now very sanitised 'campus' so it is essential the supplies for tonight have been secured the previous evening. The 'Leader Price' at nearby Chateaurenard has been happy to provide sustenance by the bag load: they are awlways generous, gifting tasty goodies at the close of trading. Tonight it shall be 'chicken'.

Spicy Chicken in Tomato Sawse.


This meal consists of two arfs. Just like the Kaisers arse. 
The night befoa, In a smaall plastic bag, marinade the chicken thighs in a mixture of onion, garlic, one finely cut fresh chilli, lemon juice, thyme, bayleaf, sawlt, peppa, two tablespoonz of tomato puree, coriander, tumerick, sunflower oil, mustard seeds, fenugrek, an' two cardoman pods. Awl of these herbs an' spices can be located in nearby Beaucaire, from the vibrant Arab quawtta.
Use the marinade mixture as the basis of the sawse. In a hot pan reduce the mixture to intensify the flavours; then add sugar, wine vinegar plus moa heat in the way of chilli powder if you prefer, this is optional, whatevva suits. Mix one tin of chopped tomatoes plus one cup of chicken stock an' stir.
In a separate very hot pan seal the thighs until golden, then place them in the sawse. This must be simmered very slowly on a very low heat wiv the lid on the pan, foa at least one hour: it can be moa if you want the meat just to fall off the bone. I must say, and I 'ave discussed this wiv Eddie, that longa is betta becawse the sawse matures along with the chicken that still remains moist. 
There is noffink betta the a clean sweet smellin' Ramunia. Arfta a few dips in the Gard she is sweet as: bootiful.

Castillion du Gard Cassoulet

This one of Eddies favourit places. Just outside the walls of the town there is a smaall chapel that has now been abandoned. The access is via a one vehicle track that opens into an open wood lined space that the church occupies. Unfortunately, becawse of it's remoteness, it can be a meeting place for the yoof of the town; drinkin', smokin blow an' fornicatin'. But Eddie's presence does deter many usin' the site. Ollie adds her two penneth wiv a foaming mouth fashioned in the main by shaving cream, mangy tangled coat and a lame gait: manifestin' herself as a  rabid unsafe, unpredictable beast.
The spot has every facility; local 'portable' water, cultivated fields as well as, most dramatically, the 'Pont du Gard' one of the seven wonders of the Roman world.

Sausage an' Been Stew 
This originates from Carcassonne and usually contains duck legs, but Eddie can't stretch to that so this is his peasant version of the same meal. 
Lightly seal good pork Toulouse sausages, place to one side. Onions, garlic, carrots, celery should then be chopped then gently sweatid in sunflower oil. Ensure that the dried Haricots, Bartolli and Canelloni beens have been well soaked overnight and simmered seperately foa 30 minits befoa addin' them to the mix. Tinned chopped Tomatoes are good enuff foa this dish and can be added along with mustard, a little fresh mountain thyme, a few chilli flakes, two tablespoonz of tomato puree, one cup of Merlot, plus one pint of stock. Brew this lot up foa 45 minits befoa addin' the sausages. Serve wiv crusty bread

Reminders from the paast

 

This is by the way of a retrospective of wot 'as gone on befoa. 
It shall be a selection of previous posts: some you have missed, some you may want to revisit, but awl  must be seen.






Number 1 'Mi Backgraand' posted 13.07.11.
Number 2 'Endawsements' posted 22.07.11.
Number 3 'Cockney Nick's famous recipees' posted23.07.11.
Number 4 'Style an' Groomin' posted 24.07.11.
Number 5 'The Collins Dictionary of Norf an' Saaf' posted 10.08.11. Essential readin'

There are other background pieces amongst the first foa but you shall arf to find 'um yoaselves.
Some recipees 
'Arf Gardin Soop'  posted 23.07.11.
'Soop de Pistou' posted 12.09.11.
'Ravioli di Spinacci' posted 28/08.11.
'Empadinhas' posted 27.08.11.
'D'Agneau avec abricots' posted 29.08.11. 
'Bass wiv vanilla' posted 11.08.11.
'Duck an' Ginja stew' posted 12.11.11.
'The best evva Saanday Dinna' posted 03.09.11.
'Jam Roly Poly' posted 07.08.11.
'Creme Brulee' posted 9.010.11. 
'Italian Breds' posted 26.08.11. 
'Samosas, Parathas, Dal Puri' posted 19.10.11. 


Other very interestin' texts are.......................
'Childhood Ambitions' posted 10.09.11.
'Favrit piece of furniture' posted 11.12.11.
'The many faces of Nick' posted 14.09.11.
'Mi wiv mi Bangkok Lady Boys' posted 30.09.11. 
'The I gotta a mate series' posted from 11.09.11. 
'Emmanuel of Tarascon' 09.09.11. 
'Eddies Rig' posted 04.03.12.
'Champs Elysee' posted 08.03.12.
'Proppa Fulfilment' posted 28.10.11.
'Mi mates Fabrice an' Papou' posted 17.09.11. 


There are many moa posts to re-visit, 90 plus in total, so please explore the wonderful world of 'Cockney Nick's top Ten Recipees from awl ova the World'

Canal de Burgundy

Leaving the delights of the Seine valley via Tonnere it is a gentle run down to the canal de Burgundy at Le Creusot and Montceau les Mines. During last years trip Eddie secreted a bicycle, that had been made up of at least 3 wrecks frown away by local people. I must explain at this stage that Eddie enjoys assembling bicycles, particularly if they have been basket cases. Raiding the decheterries he is awlways able to rescue sufficient parts to construct at least one acceptable machine. Once finished they usually find good homes, traded off for food, wine or sexual favours: he doesn't  mind either way. This present bike had been hidden down a well for the past 12 months; the reason being that he was on his way back to the northern coast and didn't really have any space in his rig. This would now be Ramunia's steed for the rest of her trip.
The canal at this point weaves gently froo the town of Montceau, originally a steel, mining and rail town all that is left is the canal plus the odd iron monuments reflecting it's industrial past. The water does make the town pretty. Spacious green areas now cover industrial wastelands, parks have sprung up where rolling stock sheds stood, rejuvenated suburbs spread where voluminous warehouses blocked out the light.

Tete de Veau. 
This a very local treet. Believe me it tastes like warmed up dog vomit: but each to their own. Every chef has his own special recipee. The basic ingredient is the peeled face from a smaal cow; cheeks, nose, ears an' anyfink else that can be justifyibly used. a combination of vegetables are added to make a sort of glutinous fick soop. 
Start wiv the usual onions, garlic an' seasoning. add some diced vege, carrots, potatoes, celery and later some beens and pees. Stir in the bits form the cows face; once sealed add arf a cup of risotto rice plus one pint of beef stock. Simma foa as long as you want, it won't matter becawse it will still taste like lumpy spew in wallpaper paste.
Of course Eddie doesn't make this; it is difficult to find a cows face at 'Leader Price' as they are awlways the first to be liberated by the locals. Eddie settles foa chips an' egg tonight and a distinct  lack of hole. 

Eddie arrives in Burgundy

Leaving Paris Eddie plans his route through rural fraance. The first stop is Bar sur Seine, the small medieval town that marks the start of the upper reaches of the Seine valley. The river meanders through this wonderfully picturesque wooded vale for approximately 50 klms to its source at Tonnere. Setting up camp on it's banks Eddie, Ramunia and Ollie begin the rirual of 'cleanup'. Eddie is fastidious regarding his immediate environment, in that he meticulously hoovers a 40 metre radius around his rig. This is his small contribution to a cleaner world. Bottles, cans, plastic bags and many other types of refuse are scooped up to be later dumped in the local decheterrie. This exercise is repeated at every stopping off point. Later in the day whilst walking Ollie he is determined to supplement his larder by searching out local produce. The flood plain of the river provides rich soil for an abundance of 'legumes'. Eddie has quickly gathered onions, more potatoes, cabbage, carrots, Swiss chard and luckily some early tomatoes. Awl of this stuff has been harvested from fallow land that had been 'gleaned' but modern methods using machines do not awlways strip the land totally.
Eddies next problem is protein, which is naturally requested by Ramunia. The solution is a trip to the convenient 'Leader Price' store who often oblige the local population by leaving at the close of trading, 'sell by date' produce by the front doors of the shop.Eddie fills his boots wiv minced beef, garlic sausage, mushrooms, celery, a variety of charcuterrie, pasta, milk and cereal. Job done Eddie returns wiv the swag to begin the evening meal of Spag Bol.

Eddies famous Spag.
Heat some oil in a sawsepan, add chopped onions, garlic and season wiv black peppa an' sawlt. Arfta the onions have sweatid daan add the chopped celery, carrots, mushrooms and finally the minched beef. Chop the fresh tomatoes then add to the mix along wiv pasatta, dijon mustard, Worcester sawse, a pinch of chilli, basil and a fresh laurel leaf. Finally add one cup of waatta, one cup of beef stock an one cup of red wine. Let the whole lot simma foa at least 45 minits. If you don't have fresh pasta it is betta to use the longer cookin' stuff ratha than that 'quick shite' that they awlways try to sell.
As the sun goes down ova the Seine Eddie serves up: I expect there might be a little hole tonight. What do you fink? 


Don't forget to look at my other blog at www.nigeljosephparr@blogspot.com  it's awl about the buildin' of a unique vehicle!!!

Champs Elysee

So, Eddie parks his rig in the Tuilerie gardins in Paris wiv a view to showin' Ramunia the sites of this wonderful city.He has the perfect vehicle for this trip: an ex post office red and cream bicycle complete wiv a laarge plastic tray attached to the handle bars where Ollie usually sits to protect her from the traffic. Ramunia has pride of place on the seat of the bike whilst Eddie stands erect on the pedals as they navigate, at midday, the Champs Elysee, the Arch de Triomph and the magnificent Tour Eiffel. Eddie was quite amazed when he was stopped continuously by tourists demanding a photograph: I must say I was also surprised at their apparent interest. Arfta the trip he returned to his rig to create annuva signature dish.


Moules et Frites. 


Start makin' the chips in exactly the same way as I have explained befoa, then, sweat the onions an' garlic in a laarge sawsepan. Make sure that Ramunia has de-bearded the mussels an' scrubbed them clean. Don't forget to frow away the arf open ones. Add them to the pot wiv arf a pint of white wine an' arf a cup of waatta. When they open add some light cream an serve, any way you want. Eddie leaves them in the pan to save on washin' up. Place the chips on a plate along wiv some dippin' bread; usin an empty shell as a fork consume the mussels an' sawse under the dappled light of the tree canopy in the peace of the Tuilerie gardins.


Next time, Eddie begins his journey south leaving the capital behind to discover the valley of the Seine. This has got to be the 'dogs'.

Eddies Trailer

Eddie was expectin' his bird 'Ramunia' his Latvian girlfriend to join him in Paris around mid July. She awlways limited his access to sex; he had to earn it, as well as being rationed to no more than once a week. As a consequence of this she demanded separate sleeping quarters. Wiv this in mind Eddie needed to construct some kind of towing caravan to accommodate her needs. subsequently he came across an abandoned trailer chassis in Langate which he strapped to the roof of his C15.
He managed to transport the chassis over the channel where he intended to fabricate the bedroom cabin to fix on top of the chassis. His bountiful knowledge of the 'world of decheterries' enabled him to rescue enough sheets of aluminium panels with which he would construct the carcass of the bedroom. Using only hand tools; a drill, hack saw and a variety of nuts and bolts the cabin quickly took shape. It had a lift up door, a small window  along with 2 vented hatches. Internally, there was a mattress,roughly assembled cupboard space, ceiling cavities, a small vanity area complete with cracked mirror, and very importantly a mosquito net. Other personal touches could be added later as their tour of fraance developed. The bedroom had been completed upon her arrival at Charles de Gaulle airport where she was met by Eddie who wiv Ollie escorted her to the Tuilleries gardens where they would spend the night. He didn't tell mi if 'ee managed a shag that night but I expect he did, first nights on holiday in my finkin', are awlways celebrated carnally.

Eddies Potage au Feu 


Havin' gathered a selection of vegetables from the gardins of norvern fraance peel an' chop. In a laarge sawsepan add some olive oil then season wiv black peppa an sawlt. Gently fry the onions, then add, carrots, celery, potato, suede, really anyfink that you can find. Bring to the boil wiv fresh stock, then simma. Serve wiv crusty bread an' top wiv gratid hard cheese that some frog has frown away.

Eddies Rig

I must describe Eddie's rig. It is a basic deisel engined Citroen C15 which has been converted to satisfy most of his needs. The passenger seat has been removed to accommodate his bed; but that's just the beginning. All of the rear panels have maximised, compartmentalised, carefully constructed to contain food supplies, kitchen goodies, utensils, fasteners, ropes, tape, mug, plate, knife, fork, spoon, can opener. His two burner stove is concealed under the carcass of the bed: he has both gas facilities, propane for normal temperatures and butane for altitude and cold. Probably most fick norvern 'erberts won't know that propane at extreme temperatures doesn't  give off, any heat whereas butane does: lesson learned.
He has one small toolbax wiv one of evrifink inside. He constructed his bedroom trailor from scrap aluminium, hand drilling and bolting together, which he built in fraance, after many visits to the abundant decheterries. I shall endeavour to describe this engineering miracle a little later becawse it awlso involves a woman, another driving force in Eddie's physcee.
Time foa one of Eddies signature dishes.


Mediterranean Pizza 


Usin' a liberated pizza base from the back of Carrefour start layerin' the top wiv anyfink else that has been robbed from a skip. Here is the trick. Not 'avin' an oven Eddie then places the pizza in his frying pan sealing it wiv a lid. Then it is furvva seeled wiv a small rock on top. On a low heat the pizza will cook. It looks like shit when it comes out but if you close your eyes you can't the difference between Eddies and the real thing. Try it, you won't be disappointed.

Eddie's Chips

I need to tell you about mi mate Eddie; 'ees a fascinatin' character oo spends arf of 'is life travellin the quiet routes froo fraance gaverrin' awlsorta of vegetables that peeple leave lyin abawt awl ova the place.

I first met Eddie in skool at Ashton in Makerfield grammar way back in the sixties.The long laastin' memory that I 'ave of 'im is at the refectory table at lunchtime. Becawse 'ee awlways wantid to get back to the playground foa a quick fag 'ee would awlways put his dessert in his blazer pocket, complete wiv custard an evrifin. I can fill in a little moa of his character as I offers moa of his personal reccipees ova the next few weeks.
Like I mentioned befoa he spends loads of time trvellin froo france in his little C15 along wiv his dog companion 'Ollie'. He takes 1000 euros that will laast him at least 8 monffs. He spends 50% on deisel, 25%on wine and 25% on dog food. Awl his food is liberated from the fields, skips at the back of supermarches oa dechetteries (foa you norvern 'erberts they are local french 'waste tips', which can be found in any provincial taan).
Becawse he finds loads of spuds that have been left behind arfta the machine has dug up what it can he has loads of ways of cookin' 'em. But, the best way  is in the form of 'chips'. I first encountered this method when I visited 'im in the south of france. He had found a spot on the top of the derelict Roman road that tracts froo the Midi an eventually into southern Spain. Located on the the hill overlookin' the flood plane of the lower Rhone to the south to Arles, the Camargue and then the Med: a bootiful spot.
Arfta peelin'  an choppin the spuds into finga sizes 'ee stores them in a laarge toffee jar filled wiv waatta; the chips stay fresh foa abawt 5 days (Moa like free in the boilin' sun of the Midi)
Usin' sunflower oil heated in a proppa chip pan the chips are dried and then dropped in. They are ready when they are golden brown an' can be squeezed between finga and fum. Piggin' them down as the sun fell behind the horizon wiv that wonderful view was unforgettable. Arfta the meel Eddie went foa a shit in woods takin' just his trusty damp sponge. Sweet.
There will be moa about Eddie in thte next few days, stay tuned.