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Drivetime World Cup Wall Chart
It's no longer about who gets to lift the World Cup - but who gets to lift the coveted Drivetime car sticker! As you can (almost) see, the battle lines have been drawn. 29 randomly selected listeners have been allocated a team taking part in the finals. They join Simon, Matt and Pauline in hoping that their adopted country triumphs in South Africa, so they can win the ultimate prize! We'll keep you posted on the progress of our contestants throughout the tournament.BBC Official Wall Chart
And since we now have to now design our own chart, we sought the expert advice of Mike Nesbitt. Mike runs Chart Media, and sells 1/2 million wall charts each year. His top tip: keep it simple. Don't worry, Mikey Boy, we will ...
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The Greatest Chilli Con Carne
By Paul Bloxham from Good Food Bites
Prep time: 15 min
Cook time: 1 hr
3 tbsp olive oil
100g lardons of bacon
400g beef, diced
600g venison steaks, diced
1 tbsp chilli powder
1 tbsp smoked paprika
1 tbsp oregano
1 tbsp cumin
100g garlic, roasted
2 onions, chopped
1 green pepper, diced
1 red pepper, diced
2 large red chillies, chopped
50g celery, diced
100g sun-dried tomato purée
800g canned chopped tomatoes
300ml chicken stock
400g tinned kidney beans, drained
400g canned pinto beans, drained
bunch of coriander, chopped
50g dark chocolate
sour cream & parmesan biscuits, to serve (Nige says “basmati or long grain rice, or soft tortillas also partner well”)
1. Pour the olive oil into a large saucepan & add the bacon. Stir in the beef & the venison & fry until browned. Season with salt & freshly ground black pepper.
2. Stir in the chilli powder, paprika, oregano, cumin & roasted garlic & stir well. When the meat is cooked, add in onions, peppers, chillies & celery. Stir in the lager.
3. Add sun dried tomato purée, chopped tomatoes, chicken stock, beans & coriander. Let simmer for 50 minutes & the sauce is well reduced.
4. Stir in the chocolate & serve in a large bowl, with sour cream & Parmesan biscuits.
Nigie's Top Tip
Chilli Con C is much tastier a day or two after it's cooked, as the flavours develop & it becomes richer in texture. Let it cool down before sticking in the fridge & reheat it gently before serving. It also freezes well.
If you like your chilli hotter, simply add another fresh chilli or 2 & an extra ½ tablespoon of chilli powder, to taste.
Confession: The Sweet Smell Of The Country
Dear Simon and the team,
As we've been having a spell of hot summery weather lately I have a seasonal confession to make that's been hanging over me for the last 15 years.
Shortly after leaving school I contracted an exotic bug that left my arms and legs paralysed. The doctors were quick to tell me that it was only temporary and I would in time make a full recovery, and over the course of 18 months I got steadily stronger until I was, as they had promised, fully fit again.
This meant though that for those 18 months I had pretty much nothing to do but sit around the house watching TV all day and playing on the computer, and I have to admit the boredom did get me down. Luckily I had a good friend called Paul who was the proud owner of a vintage VW Beetle; he'd pop round fairly regularly to take me out for a spin in an effort to break the monotony. We lived in two small towns in the North of England surrounded by countryside and separated by a large valley of green farmer's fields.
One evening he came round and as the sky was clear and the stars were out we decided that we'd take the car into the middle of one of these fields and just talk rubbish, admiring the sky like the tragic hippies we were. All was going well until we tried to leave the field. Fine as the weather was then, we'd forgotten that earlier that day it had been raining torrentially, and the little Beetle was just not powerful enough to turn around on the muddy slope. Every time we got half way round, it just slid back down the hill, taking us further and further away from the gate than when we started!
We eventually decided that the only way to get out of the field was to get my dad to tow us out with his big Volvo, and so Paul trudged the few miles over muddy fields to my house where he woke up my dad who he turned up with Paul about half an hour later with a tow rope.
The rescue didn't go entirely to plan as I was unable to leave the car being still paralyzed, so I was weighing it down somewhat. Despite our efforts the little car just couldn't get seem to get enough traction. In the end though, after much wheel spinning and mud spraying and the genius application under the wheels of some disused carpet tiles my dad happened to have in his boot we finally made it to the road in the early hours and went home.
The next day we drove back and were horrified to see the mess we'd made of the poor farmers field, it was completely ruined with huge arcs of muddy tyre tracks from both the Beetle and the more powerful Volvo gouged out of it where we'd slipped and slid through the night. To be fair it wasn't the prettiest field to start off with, but it now looked like it had been used for a rally car race! I know I should apologise to the farmer for this fact alone, but that's nowhere near the worst of it, I'm afraid.
You see, the farmer on discovering the destruction of his prize turf took steps to make sure this would never happen again, by dumping a huge barricade in front of the gate. In this case a mound of horse manure the size of a small caravan.
No doubt it worked fine to stop cars getting into the field, but the next month was one of the hottest summers on record, and each day as the barricade warmed up it emitted a cloud of foul smelling gas that blew over the neighbouring houses, and meant an entire town had to spend the summer boiling away with the doors and windows firmly shut, or suffer the smell of rotting manure, a plight which even made the local news.
Years have passed, and I've now moved down South but every time I go out into the countryside and smell that "countryside" smell I get a twinge of guilt, so to the town who's summer I wrecked and the Farmer who's field we destroyed I am truly sorry, and I beg you and the panel for forgiveness so I can once again enjoy summers guilt free.