Spokeshirts Blog

RADIO
This week I made the terrifying discovery that there is actually a worse DJ than the sycophantic fool that is Steve Wright. Not lovin’ the show. You wouldn’t believe what I’d be willing to stick in my ears to avoid listening to him. But, upping the ante a couple of notches, up steps Chris Tarrant. I have never heard such a pompous chimp (avoiding swear words or this newsletter will get wedged in your spam filters), and to add insult to aural injury his first diatribe was aimed at cyclists “and I thought, look mate, my car weight three and a half tons (2 tons of this is probably ego) who’s going to win?”. Well Chris, I’d give it a shot. Don’t phone a friend, you haven’t got any. Glad I got that off my chest.

HOUMOUS
Having lived briefly in the Middle East (until border control got involved) I have learnt the ways of houmous and I’m a firm believer that ice cream is about the only thing you shouldn’t dip into it.
So, this weekend, out on the bike, back for a cold beer and BBQ, earn massive brownie points / kudos by knocking up the best homemade dip known to man. Or woman. Now dip.
225g chickpeas, soaked overnight and boiled for an hour (or 2-3 cans of ready steady cheating person’s chickpeas)
3 tbs olive oil
4 tbs tahini
Juice of two medium lemons
3-4 cloves of garlic
Salt & Pepper
Blend everything, add 150ml of cooking liquor, a pinch of cayenne pepper and a good sprinkle of paprika. Blend again until smooth. Dip again.