Food for thoughts

A recent survey has shown brownie, cooked to Barny’s Mum’s recipe and served in a styrofoam cup, to be the worlds most successful snack from a van. I know this because last night we had a bunch of friends round, installed Barny in the kitchen and becooked them. The plan was to exchange free food for challenging and thoughtful criticism, by means of the ever-trusted survey sheet.

The Surveys

A great steaming pile of raw data. Delicious.


Mostly yesterday involved lots of cooking, or for me washing up, as Barny embarked on his eternal crusade to use every kitchen utensil we own in one sitting. We chopped and grated and sliced and battered and kneaded and whisked from the crack of noon right up until the last cupful had been downed, then tried not to panic as our guests discussed the finer nuances of sauce and debated the significance of forks. The group then began a study of some home made sloe gin and I tried to outline the concept.

The concept, unfortunately, is difficult to explain in one sentence. I kept finding myself using phrases like “similar to” and “sort of like”. I can’t be trying to convince an eager public that this amazing concept is sort of like a burger van but classier, or similar to one of those vegetarian independent vans but without the hemp. The Jabberwocky deserves it’s own niche.

Looking through the results made certain things clear. Our original idea of “balls of food” whilst being unique, is almost impossible to explain without it sounding like an incomplete innuendo. Our restaurant style food, on the other hand, was well received, and, whilst it still needs a fair bit of tweaking, can be explained without putting you off your dinner.

We also made a fascinating discovery regarding the many and varied uses of vanilla fudge sauce, but again, I wouldn’t want to put you off your dinner.

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About Jabberwocky Soliloquy

The Jabberwocky drifts through space, collecting the most tasty things to eat. It brings them home and cooks them, humming about deliberate omissions and fortifying colours. As with all things it is, or should be, just happy to be here.
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