One syn cheesy garlic sauce and chips – building on yesterday’s fakeaway recipe, here’s our take on Paul’s favourite drunken snack (aside from whichever taxi driver happens to give him the keen-eye in the rank – and it’s not hard to catch Paul’s eye, given it swivels around like Mad Eye Moody on E). It’s not going to win any awards for classiness, presentation or nutritional value but if you’re at the end of a long, crap day and you want something to satisfy your hole (and indeed, you’re all out of the eighteen D batteries needed to power your robocock), this is the one for you.
Eee, what a sentence.
But first, I want to respond to something that’s been bugging me – I spotted this on Twitter:
I appreciate the first clue that this wasn’t going to be a reasoned, erudite debate should have come from the fact it was Good Morning Britain and as such it was meant as a light-hearted piece to get people talking, but it really annoyed me. They wouldn’t be allowed (and rightly so) to put ‘Are pensioners ALWAYS stinkin’ of piss’ or ‘Toddlers: they’re shite at tennis, so let’s throw them in the sea‘, so why is such an asinine point allowed when it’s about the so-called millennial? Someone then made a similar point and linked to a particularly vile Daily Mail article (I can imagine that you’re clutching your chest as we speak with the shock) about how young people are especially pointless and stupid because they can’t wire plugs, darn a sock or heaven-forbid bleed a radiator.
Now, I don’t know if I’m a millennial. I don’t think I am – I’m possibly too old.
Actually: according to Wikipedia, I am. Woohoo! And yet I’ve never even smashed an avocado.
I’m a millennial then, and here’s the thing: we don’t need to know these things. We live in a world where if a radiator needs bleeding, a quick two second type on our phones will bring up a video explaining exactly how to do it in more highly-defined pixels than could ever be counted. A further ten seconds would probably bring up a plumber’s number if things got super risky. Actually, on my phone I have several plumbers, though they’re never coming over to tighten my u-bend up. Is that a bad thing? No! It’s the way of the world, and it’s great!
Now some will doubtless say that we’re losing the skills of old but that isn’t true – they’re just transferring. Yes, we can’t darn a sock, but why would you darn a sock when you can order a pack of seven pairs delivered to your door within two hours with Amazon Prime? Why would you need to know off the top of your head how to make a white sauce when there’s millions of recipes online or in books that will show you how? The world has changed: instant information is here and it’s embraced by anyone with half an ounce of grey matter in their head.
You know what the worst thing is about all of this? They never mention how it works in reverse. Stereotyping massively, have you ever tried showing someone in their 80s how to use a television? My nana had a four channel TV and I spent nearly three hours explaining the various wee buttons on the remote. Even in the few days before she died she was waving that remote around like she was performing the Flight Simulator round on The Krypton Factor, with the TV blaring so loud that if I sit in a silent room even now I can still hear echoes of The Weakest Link. My mother is a beautiful, clever and astonishing woman but the first time she handled a computer mouse she picked it up and held it to her ear. Paul recounts of a similar tale with his mother who, upon receiving this errors back in the day of Windows 95:
went and drew the curtains so the police would think she was out. It’s easy to snicker at what we can’t do, but what about stuff we’ve mastered that would cause many an aged brow to wrinkle. For example: could you run a blog? Could you face countless years ahead of rack and ruin as automation steals your job and politicians steal your hope? Could you draw a penis out of the foam on the top of a latte? Exactly!
Anyway, it’s not like it fucking matters that a millennial can’t bleed a radiator: you’d need a house for your radiator first of all, and we all know exactly how great that situation currently is, eh?
Bloody old people with their wide-sweeping generalisations.
(I’M BEING SARCASTIC)
Eee, on that note, shall we do the recipe? Of course we should. One recipe for syn-free cheesy garlic sauce and chips coming right up, flower. Listen, I’d give you scraps but my boss will have my bollocks off if I give away any more freebies.
This makes enough sauce for four people very, very easily. It freezes well though!
to make one syn cheesy garlic sauce and chips, you’ll need:
- as many slimming world chips as you want
- 80g of whatever cheese you like – I like to use Red Leicester for a bit of colour (2x HEA) (grated)
- 220g of Philadelphia Lightest (2 x HEA)
- one bulb of garlic
- chilli sauce – if you like – we use Flying Goose Sriracha Hot Chilli Sauce for only 1tbsp for a syn
top tips for making one syn cheesy garlic sauce and chips:
- remember, we’ve done a definitive guide to making Slimming World chips right here (it’ll open in a new window)
- we’ve also done a guide to Airfryers if you’re interested (opens in a new window)
- can’t be arsed roasting the garlic – just use garlic powder, but roasting makes it so much sweeter, trust me
- you can make this syn free by omitting the chilli sauce!
- did you know we’ve got three books out? We do! If you like our writing, then you’ll love our books – plus you know, it pays for our blog! (opens in a new window!)
to make one syn cheesy garlic sauce and chips, you should:
- make the sauce first!
- to make the sauce, cut your garlic bulb in half horizontally, so you’re cutting through the cloves inside
- spray with a wee bit of oil and pop in the oven on a low heat for an hour or so
- once it has roasted, simply slide the softened garlic – as much as you like – out of each clove and into a bowl and mash
- heat a small pan up with the Philadelphia and garlic inside to loosen it a little – add a splash of milk if you need to
- add 60g of the cheese into the hot Philadelphia and stir it, don’t let it set – you want the cheese to be absorbed into the Philadelphia
- add some salt and pepper if you like
- pour over hot chips with the remainder of the cheese (we actually mixed it up and put some grated mature cheddar on too, because we’re filthy)
- top with chilli sauce if you like
I know, right?
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I literally loved everything you said about the whole millennial situation!
I’m 22 and yes I can’t do everything yet (eg bleed a radiator) but I’ve also only had 22 years of life compared to those complaining who are 35+ and have had 15 years in their own homes bleeding bloody radiators!
I can, however, learn the entire databox system at work after being shown something once, which many older people fail to do and I spend my entire day fixing their issues and doing their job!
*gets off my soap box* rant over!
I think the better question is “Could a nonmillenial operate a robocock?” Between bleeding a radiator or darning a sock or operating a robocock, I know which I find most useful (on an almost daily basis) and wouldn’t want to live without. Let them bleed and darn and leave us to be useless in (vibrating) peace.