A Different View
Relentless quest for flavor leaves us all burned to a crisp
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
Some visitors very generously brought us a hamper of goodies over the Christmas – and buried in the middle of the basket was a large packet of crisps.
Now, as someone partial to the odd packet – albeit in a smaller size normally – I quietly sequestered said snack and hid it from public eye and consumption, for singular enjoyment at a later time.
In other words I stole the crisps – but in fairness, someone else in the house took the bottle of wine, so it was honours even in the end.
Anyway, one evening the house was empty and it was time to unveil the tasty treat – only to find that these were no Taytos or Walkers.
They weren’t even cheese and onion or salt and vinegar – the flavour I’d been hiding for myself was hand-cooked sweet potato, beetroot and parsnip crisps. And for once, unfortunately, the crisps tasted exactly like they should.
In other words, if you’d been of a mind to thinly slice sweet potatoes, parsnips and beetroot, and fry them in vegetable oil, this is what you’d have ended up with – a snack that’s healthy and low in fat but completely at odds with what you’d expect from crisps.
Suffice to say that, three weeks later, all but about ten of these crisps are still in the packet, available to anyone who’d like to try them, but going slowly stale and soggy from a complete lack of interest.
Twenty years ago, if some snack guru suggested that combining parsnips, beetroot and sweet potato was the way forward for crisps, he or she would have been led away from the deep fat fryer by men in greasy white coats.
Back in the day, we had Tayto – cheese and onion, salt and vinegar or smokey bacon – and little else.
Sure, we had Perri and King and Rancheros and Snax and Chipsticks – a concoction so sticky that it superglued your teeth together in a way that not even Monster Munch could match – or a big bag of Johnny Onion Rings that left you with a smell that would bring a tear to anyone’s eye.
But then Walkers and Pringles came along and changed crisp culture forever; Pringles in their big tube that looked like a container of tennis balls, with sour cream and onion or whatever….and Walkers, with more bizarre flavours by the week.
Ranch Raccoon, Sizzling Steak Fajita, Beans on Toast, Chip Shop Chicken Curry, Chilli and Chocolate, Fish and Chips, Builder’s Breakfast, Lamb Curry, Roast Turkey and Stuffing….even Irish Stew.
Even if they were special edition offerings that only lasted a few weeks, they put your old traditional cheese and onion crisps into the ha’penny place.
Suddenly this old snack standard was a gourmet treat in a bag, with a host of specialist companies hand carving and individually frying these thinly sliced slivers of spud and charging a euro or more for a packet.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
The only time in your life that you should ever utter the words: “Do you know who I am?” are if you’ve just had a bang on the head or you are unfortunately suffering from dementia.
Because, otherwise, the phrase ‘do you know who I am’ only serves to make things a whole lot worse.
Normally, the phrase is unleashed towards late night door staff on a wave of alcohol – and never once in the history of time has it produced the result the utterer had intended.
The doorman may well know who you are which is often the very reason you’re not getting into the place in the first instance – or if he doesn’t know who you are, he won’t be unduly influenced when he does, unless you’re a famous movie star or his long-lost cousin.
‘Do you know where I am?’ might often be closer to the phrase you’re looking for, because that would serve you well when you’re looking for a taxi.
‘Do you know who I am?’ is a threatening phrase that in truth wouldn’t frighten the cat. But if you’re anxious to dig the hole a few shovels deeper, you should follow up with ‘I’d like to speak to your manager.’
Managers can be elusive at the best of times, but they’re normally rarer than hen’s teeth when it comes to the small hours of the morning – and even if they’re there, they are most likely watching proceedings on CCTV…just so they know who you are, in case you yourself can’t remember.
‘I’d like to speak to your manager’ suggests that you and he or she are from the one social sphere which is several strata north of the one occupied by door staff.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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As it turned out, we were much closer to a Eurovision win than we could ever have imagined – not Ireland, of course, because we’ve now mastered the art of just sending cannon fodder to be blown out in the semi-final.
No, this was just two of us – myself and our eldest – who were lucky enough to be at Anfield for the Reds’ recent win over Brentford, where positioned in the seat right in front of us were four happy lads from Finland.
One of them, we now know, was Käärijä, the singer of the catchiest song at Eurovision, Cha Cha Cha.
But just a week before 7,000 people sung his catchphrase at the Eurovision Arena, he and two his mates – accompanied by an older bloke who had to be either his dad or from the national broadcaster – sat anonymously in the same corner of the lower level of Anfield’s Main Stand.
He was utterly unknown to us as well of course, and the only thing that saw him stand out was his green nail varnish. Live and let live, of course, but it still ensures that you make an impression even if it looks like you were just very late for St Patrick’s Day.
Käärijä may well be Liverpool’s greatest Scandinavian fan, although the bar for that is set fairly high, given that they invade the city in greater numbers every two weeks than the Vikings did just once during the first millennium.
Equally, he may not be a football fan at all – although, as the rest of the week proved, he sure loves a crowd.
Positioned as we were in the corner of the Main Stand, the next section to us, around the corner in the Anfield Road Stand – currently adding a top layer – was occupied by the visiting Brentford supporters.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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A Different View with Dave O’Connell
Contactless payments reached a record €17.9 billion in Ireland last year – up by 31 per cent on 2021, as people came out from under their Covid shell and appear to have left their cash behind them.
Figures from the Banking & Payments Federation found that – despite the cost-of-living increases – the Irish public made three million contactless payments a day, worth an average of €53 million in the final quarter of 2022.
Given that there are 3.8 million people in Ireland over the age of 18, that means that almost every single one of us tapped the card every day last year.
And again, on the presumption that there are a few who still prefer peeling a fifty off a wad of notes, the true figure may be even higher, as we eschew actual money every time we go into a restaurant, bar or shop.
Then comes the monthly morning of reckoning when you open your statement – electronic of course because, like paper money, banks don’t deal in paper statements anymore either – and your guilty secrets unfurl like a rap sheet before your very eyes.
Five taps of a Friday night in the local, followed by a five-ounce burger meal on the way home.
And just why did you need a family-pack of crisps when a small bag would have done? Was all that beer and wine really for a party, or a night in just for one?
Cash provided plenty of dark corners to ignore your profligacy, but there are no hiding places in the contactless world.
Worse still, until that morning of reckoning arrives, you’ve no clue how much you’ve spent, and handing over the card doesn’t hurt half as much as parting with hard cash.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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