Saying No To Takeaways

Extreme Pizza
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Extreme Pizza

Extreme Pizza, I Miss You So

If there’s one thing I’ve been partial to over the past five years or so, it’s a bag of chips. It started out as a means of having some kind of dinner when working a gig (I promote a lot of music / organise live shows every year), then became the handy way out for dinner when working late in the office. Flash forward five years, the business growing, having less time on one’s hands (or just not making the effort to allocate more time for cooking), more shows, more gigs and the introduction of days like Two For Tuesday, Chip Van Wednesday, Dirty Thursday and “Ah f*ck it, it’s Friday” into the working week, the takeaways have been stacking up.

I love my cooking, though in recent months I’ve fallen into the fast food trap, moreso around lunch time than anything else. I have been getting better, however. At the end of August I bought a bike. Not your regular run-around-town bike but a proper bike – and a top, shoes, gloves, helmet, the whole lot, determine to get fit and shape up. Six weeks later, I cycled to Sligo, from Kilkenny. That was a month ago today. Seems like a year ago. Now, Christmas is on the way, along with all the foodie temptations she brings (more about my strange Christmas food rituals in another blog post) which is never great for the ole body and it’s back to basics for me in terms of keeping an eye on food intake in an effort to improve my health.

With that point in mind, I’ve decided to nip the takeaway thing in the bud, for the entire month of November and through to wrapping up work in December, which gives me around seven or eight weeks, give or take a few days. It’s cook in or eat out but no more calling the Chinese at 9pm for special chow mein, or swinging by one of Kilkenny’s numerous chippers on the way home, no thanks. Ditching the takeaways, coupled with the weekend cycling (and now evening running) should, says he in hope, work wonders for the body in the run in to Christmas and ultimately make room for my favourite foodie time of year.

Of course, kicking the takeaways brings another challenge into the equation. I’ve now got to cook something every day until Christmas. I’ve got enough cook books to keep me going and cooked enough food over the weekend which saw me through today and into tomorrow as well. Repeating that for the next month and a half is going to be good craic.

One particular chipper is doing to be down a few quid in a week if two of us can kick it, but some local producer could be a few quid better off as a result 🙂

Written by Ken McGuire
Writes and talks a lot about food, spending way too much time in the kitchen or behind the lens taking photos. Digital Media Specialist by day, broadcaster by night, living in Kilkenny with Mrs. Any Given Food and two crazy rescue hounds.