Good Day

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bear witness to my gluttony and some of my adventures.

In my eyes, there is no better allegory for the wonders and variety life has to offer than the Munchie Box - the deep-fried pizza, nestled next to the pakora, which has absorbed the meaty juices from the shorn donner meat, topped off with a healthy shovel of chips and doused in garlic sauce. It shouldn't work, yet its popularity in the Scottish kebab shops tell us otherwise. Why should we have to make a choice between a kebab or chicken wings, when you can have both, in a box, and top it all off with some chilli sauce and sweaty coleslaw?

Some may argue that the title of this blog wreaks of cultural appropriation of the worst sort. "The true delights of a Munchie Box are only known to The Intoxicated, in the early hours, dribbling somewhere around Glasgow, not to some Londoner with an English degree who is dancing on the precipice of gout," I hear you say. And this is where I, my friend, have to agree and admit to you that I have not yet had the pleasure of experiencing this culinary delight (gasp!). But what I will tell you, is that I admire the Scots for creating a takeaway order which gives you a buffet of choice whilst simultaneously eliminating the issue of which dish is going to satisfy your drunken needs.

If I were to construct my own Munchie Box, you would find inside, Fried Chicken in all its glorious forms, Creamed Spinach, Soft Shell Crab, Whole Artichokes, Courgette Flowers stuffed with Ricotta and Anchovies, lots of Garlic, Chilli and Coriander, Spaghetti Carbonara... I mean, I could go on. And this is probably why I am here.

After all, is there not a Munchie Box in all of us, waiting to be explored and discovered?

If you are unsure of what a Munchie Box is, please find a link here.