Friday, 10 May 2013

Review - Roye's Kitchen

I know most of you don't read this for the musings on food. Don't think I don't know, I see the stats. I recognise that I've been writing a lot about food recently so as a special treat, I'll make this intro all about some thoughts entirely unrelated to food I had while sitting in a garden in Lambeth somewhere. It's related to the food because I had a lot of these thoughts whilst enjoying a goat curry from Lower Marsh Market. These thoughts were triggered by me having handed in my coursework. All that I've got left to do now is an open book exam. It's a bizarre concept to me, the open book exam. I'm rather worried that it means they're expecting a lot more from me than I can give them. I won't go as far to say that it's more stressful than a closed book exam but it's not as unstressful as you'd expect. And I have been revising! Probably more than for some of my Oxford finals. But it's leaving me thinking that perhaps I'm just not as clever as I once thought I was. That's the main thing which frightens me away from trying - WHAT IF I FAIL? I thought it would be no big deal if I just did fine (it's quite hard to actually fail) but it turns out that being a high achiever was a bigger deal to me than I thought it was. Of course, I realised this only after getting my first degree and starting a new one. The standard of teaching at my current, prestigious university has nothing on Oxford. And this fills me with so much regret that I didn't make the most of my first degree. Alas. But then I am altering the past a little bit. I seem to be neglecting the fact that my degree made me so, so miserable. And when I tried to read, I couldn't. It was reading words on a page without absorbing. I put that partly down to boredom but mostly down to misery - I think I found it difficult to absorb even things I wanted to read because my head would wander off into depressing, dusty corners. But obviously doing a degree I had little interest in didn't help. I used to want to do English but then my A level English teacher beat that out of me with her talk of assessment objectives. So I ended up doing law because it seemed like a thing that would be sensible to do. I think a lot of people going for law go for it for a similar reason. The lawyers I've met often like having stepping stones and a ready made life path. That's why it's easy to recruit them for the next jump into corporate law. It's reassuring to have something set up for you to go into once you're done at university. (I'm not suggesting that every lawyer does law because of this!) And I was tempted but I knew I'd hate it so I had to burn my bridges before leaving. This really surprised some of my friends and they made that known by joking that I would definitely go into law which was somewhat disheartening. But what makes me feel even more hopeless is when I mention to friends now what sorts of careers I'm looking at and they're all very encouraging but then they make a point of stressing that I will almost certainly get one of my back up careers. But I don't WANT one of them. I'll just have to get one if everything else goes to shit because I want to live in London and money is very important for enjoying London. These are all thoughts that accompanied my goat.
The goat was oily but I mean that as a compliment: it had been stewed for long enough that the fattiness had been converted into soft mouthfuls of delicious. It was all wild with turmeric, slightly spicy and achingly salty. The peppers and cool lettuce of the salad were a welcome contrast. I would've preferred for the stew itself to go a little easier on the vegetable oil: no one enjoys seeing little puddles of spiced oil on the surface. Rice and beans were nothing special but I really enjoyed the bite to the beans. I need a job so I can keep buying £5 lunches like this.

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