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Meat clubPosted at 2:30PM, 08 October 2009 by Gregor Shepherd - Chief sub-editor, olive magazine
Yes, it's about men, frustrated with their disappointing lot in modern, emasculating society, attempting to break free and re-connect with their masculine instincts. But that's where the similarity with Fight Club begins and ends. After all, as you can see, I am talking about it, and I shall also be wearing an apron at some point as part of the process.
My girlfriend (you knew she was going to come into it somewhere, didn't you?) has a peculiar attitude to meat. An ex-veggie, she now only eats beef, pork and chicken. She considers all other animals and birds too cute (I know, I know) and is none too keen on the offal of any of the above either. I don't know how common this is, but I do know, far, far better than you how frustrating it is.
I love meat of all kinds (well, food of all kinds, really) and I'm a keen cook, so although I'm very pleased to prepare vegetable, fish and pedestrian meat dishes, broadening my repertoire has a limit imposed from outside. However, I have recently struck upon an escape route from this hellish suburban dystopia. During the endless cycle of babysitting and children's parties that goes on round my way, I have discovered something amazing - it must be exactly how the discovery of sorority felt in the first, idealistic dawn of feminism - I am not alone.
The next time my other half goes out to bother some cocktails, we're eating meat round at mine
There's a bloke at the end of my street who loves a barbecue (does an amazing Bolognese, too), but is stymied by his wife's strict diet of tea and cake. The man directly opposite goes on food-based weekend jaunts with male friends to San Sebastian and loves cooking offal but is stuck behind his veggie spouse. And a man round the corner loves a bit of liver and bacon but can't get his wife to touch it.
Solution? Meat club. The next time my other half goes out to bother some cocktails, we're eating meat round at mine. Host does main, one brings a starter, another dessert, each of them brings a bottle of wine to match the course and the fourth bloke brings a bottle of brandy or whisky. It's my go first - I'm doing Ossobuco, an olive recipe of course. I'll let you know how it went.
Do you pine to cook something your partner loathes? And if so, what's your solution?