Today was the day that they say ‘stops the nation’. Stops it for a couple of minutes while we all turn on our tellies and hope that the horse we have bet on crosses the line first. While the first Tuesday in November is a public holiday in Victoria, (where the race is held), for the rest of us it’s business as usual.
I’ve previously mentioned that I work freelance for a small company and they were hosting a Melbourne Cup lunch in their boardroom. The caterer was to be that notorious guy I’ve previously mentioned who’s so pleasant and charming normally but when he dons his apron and claims the kitchen he turns into Gordon Ramsay. He would like me to say that the chef in the kitchen is Sydney’s most eligible bachelor but here at Hotly Spiced Headquarters we aim to tell the truth so I’ll just say he’s a bachelor and he’s eligible.
Cooking a Melbourne Cup Lunch for 12 in this office does have its challenges. The bachelor chef posted this today on his facebook wall:
“So it’s Melbourne Cup tomorrow and I’m the appointed cook for 12 guests in a kitchen that does not have an oven or cook top! My challenge is to serve a 7 dish degustation with every dish prepared on the premises.
Can it be done?
I say shit yeah – watch it evolve tomorrow.”
When I arrived at the lunch I saw the bachelor and greeted him and to welcome me he said, ‘What are you doing here?’ And that’s a typical greeting so I knew things in the kitchen must be going well. I did a quick tour of the tiny space capturing the bachelor in action and I asked, ‘What’s on the menu?’ and he said, ‘You’ll be surprised’. During my short visit there was only one swear word uttered so things were looking promising.
You can’t have a Melbourne Cup lunch without a sweepstake so I stuck my hand in the bowl and pulled out two names. One was Americana who was supposed to be the favourite and the other was Cavalryman. Both turned out to be duds coming no better than 11th and 12th and I lost all my money – every cent of the $7.00 I gambled.
With limited space and equipment, this is what the bachelor served while we sat in the boardroom watching the TV and sipping champagne.
For all those good at maths wondering where the 7th dish in this degustation is, it was decided we were all too full to have duck breast and so that recipe is being held over for another day.
And that was our impressive Melbourne Cup lunch. Everything was cooked in that tiny space using an electric frying pan. A big thanks to the bachelor for a varied, exciting and fabulous menu.
Should I have offered to clean up?
And as for that bachelor, he placed a bet on Green Moon and can you believe, that horse won the Melbourne Cup, winning him around $12,000. Perhaps this Gordon Ramsay style chef is a ‘most eligible bachelor’ after all.