Robyn's Secret Passage
The Food Show was on this weekend. It claimed to be, "For people who love eating, drinking, cooking and entertaining." That didn't sound like me, but as it was a food show I figured there would be lots of free samples, so I decided it would obviously be perfect to go to.
Three-bloody-dollars for parking. Ten-bloody-dollars admission. At that price, I had better be getting thirteen dollars worth of goodies.
Upon arrival, I entered the exhibition hall and started to wander around. I fought my way through a sea of old ladies in search of free stuff. Oh, there were lots of free goodies. But there seemed to be a lot of places giving out the same sorts of free samples. After much investigation, I found that most of the samples could be put in one of these categories.
I don't know why there was such an extraordinary amount of hummus. Even stands that didn't seem to have any apparent connection with hummus had samples of it ("It slices carrots, onions, leeks, tomatoes, hummus...") It was almost as if hummus was the magical sex appeal that could get people excited.
Then out of the hummus one stand caught my eye. A giant sign with "M.O.M. MICHELE'S ORGANIC MEAL" stood out. This is the description of the "M.O.M." from the show programme:
"A delicious meal. Three organic meats and four organic vegetables beautifully layered and baked and delivered to your door."
From that it sounds ok. Like it might be quite enjoyable. I was in the free sample mood and was about to taste a slice of M.O.M. when I looked at it.
Imagine stripy spam. Like, a red stripe, a white stripe, a green strip, and some brownish stripes. It looked really unappealing. It was like the sort of food you'd expect to have to eat if it was the year 2000 and the cybertronic warlords had taken over the earth, forcing the few remaining humans underground to exist on a diet of M.O.M. as that's the only thing that can be cultivated underground.
However, as I didn't taste it I don't know if its flavour matched its appeal. It might be really delicious, so I'll attempt to give M.O.M. the benefit of the doubt.
In the end I had sampled so many goodies (and there were some goodies - kia ora to Wild Appetite's chocolate paté) that I was really full. I had also managed to acquire three coffee bags and five tea bags, a sachet of olive oil, some garlic salt and a scone.
Later in the day I was at the supermarket doing my weekly shopping and found myself in front of the refridgerated goods section. There it was. Row after row of hummus. I bought a pot of chargrilled capsicum hummus. It rules.