|"Give George a TV show!"|
by Avril Silk for remotegoat on 09/10/16
Something in my anagram-loving brain sees the word ANARCHIST and tries to turn it into ANTICHRIST. I am delighted to say that George Egg, Anarchist Cook, is not ‘the king of fierce countenance: ‘(Daniel 8:23). On the contrary, he brought joy, laughter and delicious aromas to Taunton’s Brewhouse Theatre this weekend.
Rather than eat over-priced hotel sandwiches - £9.95 for a cheese and pickle sandwich! – or mediocre takeaways, George feeds himself whilst on tour with fresh ingredients, many of which are legitimately sourced, cooked to perfection using only the equipment found in a (very) average hotel room. Armed only with an iron, trouser press, Gideon Bible and many wire coat hangers, he cooks up a storm - the appropriate word for how the stage looks after making popcorn using a hairdryer, and ricotta cheese with an impressive quantity of little milk cartons.
The cooking is delicious, as we were able to testify at the end of the show when we sampled the three courses George cooked during the show. (Although I am glad we were spared the tiramisu.) But the greatest joy is his wild ingenuity, crackling and fizzing like a culinary metaphor which escapes me right now. His can-do attitude is infectious to the point that when an audience member worried that her dessert would taste fishy because she only had the one wooden fork, I was emboldened to recommend using the other end of the fork as a small spoon. But then, I am the woman who once ate a whole cheesecake using a spoon improvised from the box it came in. My amateur ingenuity, however, pales in the presence of a man who thinks of using the fire extinguisher to make ice-cream.
George’s gourmet blend of humour and science, infused with a profound love of good food, cries out for a television show. He could devote one episode to creating utensils from coat-hangers. He could move from hotels to other locations. The Royal Armoury in the Tower of London springs to mind… he makes science way more interesting than shouty Miss Murphy ever did. He could address food waste as well.
I accept it’s a bit picky to have noticed that the slide presentation was a tad erratic, particularly in the light of the general mayhem that was being rustled up before our eyes. And as George pointed out, there was instruction as well as comedy so we needed to attune ourselves to the unique flavour of the show. And I am the person who had to Google Ray Mears when she got home, so two jokes completely passed me by. But it sounds like Hemel Hempstead was less sophisticated than Taunton, so that’s alright.
I liked this show very much. I enjoyed the running gags and the way apparently loose ends were tied up… I’m thinking particularly of the surprising contents of the bath. I’m not sure that I’m going to try scrambling eggs in my kettle as I don’t fancy Oeuf Tea afterwards. But the delicious sauce that accompanied the fish will be attempted.
George Egg, Anarchist Cook, I salute you and highly commend you for services to the senses of taste, smell, sight, and humour.
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