I made this for lunch one day and giggled when I served it up. It bore an uncanny resemblance to a campfire. The funny thing is, I’d just returned from a few days’ camping and fishing and, for some reason, I was still in autopilot mode of setting up a campfire – in this case with anything!
I’ve found that if I crumb food and fry it, my kids will eat it without hesitation. Seriously! My kids have had two versions of the one dad. The first version (draft model only) was happy for them to eat processed chicken nuggets. The second (full production model) does not approve of chicken nuggets, so version 2 dad sometimes makes food look like food from version 1 dad. The kids appear to be dumbfounded as they crunch through the fried-nugget-like meal. I guess they’re wondering if it’s some sort of trick. But it’s not. We butchered our pig, I made the breadcrumbs from my sourdough, the mayonnaise with eggs and garlic from my backyard, and the lemon is from Mum’s tree. So no trips to see the Kentucky chicken man with the beard. Instead they eat tucker from the Victorian bearded man with pork butt and a sneaky plan to get his kids to eat real honest food.