{"id":2308,"date":"2011-05-12T14:11:56","date_gmt":"2011-05-12T14:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jamesramsden.com\/?p=2308"},"modified":"2011-05-12T14:11:56","modified_gmt":"2011-05-12T14:11:56","slug":"slutty-lunchsimple-lunch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jamesramsden.com\/2011\/05\/12\/slutty-lunchsimple-lunch\/","title":{"rendered":"Slutty lunch\/Simple lunch"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Some time ago I wrote about the fridge slut<\/a>, a dish concocted from the odds and ends in the fridge. It’s a dish that, I reckon, has a 50\/50 chance of going well. There is always the very real possibility that your speculative marriage of maple syrup and spring onions is going to end in tears. But then it’s just as possible that your fridge sluttery will end in triumph.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, buried under an avalanche of deadlines, I couldn’t face going to the shops. I boiled a potato. I fried some bacon and onion with a little thyme. I made an eye-watering dressing with English mustard and cider vinegar, then put my face in the fridge. Chives! Radishes! Salad leaves! All the above made a happy union on my plate.<\/p>\n

But something was missing. I fried an egg. I bunged it on top then ate the whole slutty mess in one go. While watching Made In Chelsea. Ha!<\/p>\n

*****<\/p>\n

Today’s lunch was more civilised. Fat English asparagus boiled for a couple of minutes, tossed in melted butter and served on garlicky toast with hot smoked trout and horseradish. Somehow the slut was better.<\/p>\n

If you were to make a fridge slut now, what would it consist of?<\/em><\/p>\n

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