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REDEFINING THE HUNTER-GATHERER

 

 
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Bleeeeeeeeep! Naa na Naa na Naa na! Whatever your morning call be… Tick tock.. Tick tock… The clock is counting you through the day, it’s that unavoidable shackle, the wort on the tip of the nose. 30 minutes, 5 minutes… just one more snooze. Our day is cut up into bite sized pieces, dissected, murdered. Who said the working day was 9 till 9? What f*#k played with my 24 hours? It is true?! We live...

Forget the British staple of meat and two veg, this dish takes the humble beetroot and plonks it glistening in all its ruby red brilliance bang smack centre stage, making it prefect for vegetarians and meat lovers alike.
Cast aside any ill feelings for this underused vegetable, the salt baked beets that emerge from this cooking process take on a full bodied, earthy taste that is a million...

The Hunter-Gatherer is a marginalised figure. A being that survives entirely by foraging and hunting, exists by feeding off of the goodwill of nature’s bounty, not by altering its course. It sounds prehistoric and with only a few practising societies identifiable today arguably is but the counter argument is strong. The Hunter-Gatherer is the oldest and, if time counts for anything, most...

Pic-nik gather at the Woolf and Social to enjoy a Blanch and Shock menu.
A hullabaloo of a good time rang out from the Woolf and Social on Norwich’s Nelson Street as Blanch and Shock rung in round two of their culinary tour. Family style dinning was the ringmaster, flinging unknown diners together and watching them go like a spin top across the table. Some whimpered and never joined the set...

A bush bursts into a violent rustle beside the road, it’s sudden voice almost tipping two Bradley adorned enthusiasts from their saddles. Screech… The side straddling racers draw to a stop. ‘Who goes there?’ The rather plumper, altogether more Lycra pinched member of the duo pronounces. ‘Arrr mmm co di mpt’, relays from the hedge. The skinnier cyclist, passing on the reign of his bike, approaches...

Simon Letzer (unmasked as the seasick fisherman who once caught a moped but now with legs fully gathered and nets a-ready) populates neighbouring fishmongers and restaurants with his trawls whilst planning to ‘smoke’ into his retirement
Simon served teas and coffees in his front garden, quietly talking of his childhood and his introduction to fishing… ‘I first started when I was with my dad, I...

 
 

Letzers Smokehouse, from doghouse to North Norfolk’s finest, smoking without the luminosity
Letzer’s Smokehouse is embracing it’s second generation and the old dog house is still in full flow. Simon Letzer, who inherited the business from his father Paul, has moved into new occupancy at the bottom of the garden but the old dog house, well outhouse, is still brimming with smoke. The small...

Pic Boll, not doohickey’s master, but iconically global
What!? Really? A ball, ‘Boll’, for a hamper? Pic-nik’s team when out hunting tried to edge past this ingenious boll with the discretion of a mountain goat having traded in its bell for an accordion, yes unsuccessfully. Manufactured by the iconic Italian brand Guzzini this glorious find literally had our editor in chief hopping with...

Giddens & Thompson, the old gallery space exhibiting fresh produce everyday, no fake grass here
Giddens & Thompson make you question the very placing of fake grass in a Greengrocers. The art gallery turned Grocers has a stringent ban on the plastic carpet and just one turn of the shop will have you in full agreement. Seriously, if this catches on schools will win out, as there will be an...

Francis Woolf, sort of worked as an actor, flipped burgers, created art through food and eats offal listening to death metal, what the F_ _k!? Firmly stepping off the boards in favour of the kitchen, Francis now has his own place, it’s crisp and most importantly to Francis, priced right
An air of ease fills the room as Francis shares his journey to the kitchen, whether that be a result of his...

Queen Addi Ghetto, the chicken racer & neck slasher, loves the plucky bird so much she wants to perch them on every high street. Spirited rapper, Dj and Jamtown cook, Addi is all about big tables and people talking
We sit in a cafe on Norwich’s favourite bric-a-brac street, the radio bleats out its chorus as a lively Addi, having barely slept the night before, sets on her tune, ‘My favourite...

 

 

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