I loathe beginning this piece with such a trite ‘soundbitey’ cliché – but it’s true; football madness has indeed gripped the planet. Now, although I personally have tried – and failed – on occasion, to see the merits of this most beloved game; the roar of the crowd, the…er….smell of the football boot….I am afraid to admit that it is all somewhat lost on me. Living in close proximity to Hampden football stadium has allowed me plenty of opportunity to get up-close-and-personal with avid followers of the game. Ah, many a glorious sunny afternoon I have spent, holed up in my flat, trying to muffle the raucous sounds of the jubilant winners (and sore losers) as they stream down my street; shirtless and well lubricated with their particular poison of choice. However, the World Cup is a different matter. I actually do find the whole event quite exciting – and although I admittedly will never fully understand the offside rule – this is one football event that I am quite prepared to get into the spirit of.
So in true food-lover fashion, I am going to pay homage to this summer of football with my favourite medium. Grub.
The plan is, that for every game*, I will choose one team and prepare a dish from their nation's culinary repertoire and document the experience on this blog. Like the fickleness of a football game, I expect this endeavor to be riddled with strife, elation and near misses – let’s just hope I don’t get red-carded.
* budget permitting. There may, of course be occasions when this is just not practical (or when I am too tired and just want a big bowl of cereal for my dinner) but basically I want to make sure that every nation playing is covered.
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