Post by artisans on Jan 12, 2011 1:10:26 GMT 2
No, it’s not a character from 1750 in one of Smollett’s books, but a dangerous substance made in Roda. Like all explosive matter, it takes time, technique & patience to create such a dangerous material, but you can rest assured that airport security is up to the job of keeping all of us safe. Understanding the care and the diligence needed to produce such a volatile mixture, airport staff at Corfu were more than pleased to send it on its way without so much as a second glance, but Athens was an altogether different issue. After a day’s rioting in the streets of the Capital, my interrogator was not in the best of moods and, having twice X-rayed my bomb-shaped butternut squash and shared a little joke with his colleague, he decided that a jar of innocuous pickle was a step too far. His disposal technique was a thing of beauty, picking up the jar between thumb & forefinger, holding it high and extending his arm, he released it bomb-like into a yellow bin. As I dived for cover, he merely continued to look me straight in the eye and smile!
It had taken a whole season of Roda sunshine to ripen the tomatoes, peppers, onions & celery that went into my homemade ‘India Relish’. Only the very best of ingredients had been used and they had been carefully combined with mystical spices and home-brewed vinegar. ‘Branston with a bite’ is the best way to describe it and I was bringing back a small jar to the UK for my 94 year-old Mum – a pleasure we may never now share. Meanwhile, my terrorism attempt languishes at the bottom of an Athenian skip – maybe this year I’ll work on a turnip timing device & a dumpling detonator!
It had taken a whole season of Roda sunshine to ripen the tomatoes, peppers, onions & celery that went into my homemade ‘India Relish’. Only the very best of ingredients had been used and they had been carefully combined with mystical spices and home-brewed vinegar. ‘Branston with a bite’ is the best way to describe it and I was bringing back a small jar to the UK for my 94 year-old Mum – a pleasure we may never now share. Meanwhile, my terrorism attempt languishes at the bottom of an Athenian skip – maybe this year I’ll work on a turnip timing device & a dumpling detonator!