{"id":592,"date":"2023-04-11T00:10:57","date_gmt":"2023-04-11T00:10:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.splatzine.com\/?p=592"},"modified":"2023-04-11T17:52:15","modified_gmt":"2023-04-11T17:52:15","slug":"confessions-of-a-former-food-critic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.splatzine.com\/index.php\/2023\/04\/11\/confessions-of-a-former-food-critic\/","title":{"rendered":"Confessions of a Former Food Critic"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-medium-font-size\">It wasn\u2019t always like this. A good 30 or so years ago I could walk into any eatery and someone would exclaim: \u201cIsn\u2019t that Andrew Cunningham? The food critic from the radio? I\u2019d recognise that gait anywhere.\u201d Indeed, I was the talk of the town(s) and the fear that lurked in the hearts of unskilled chefs everywhere. The nation would come to a halt, eyes fixed on the radio every Tuesday and Sunday from 6:45 to 7:15 for my latest expos\u00e9 of some unsuspecting fool. I was direct, relentless, even cruel at times. And by God did they love it. These days, everyone\u2019s a critic. No more listening to the reasonable one in the room. Now we \u201cthink for ourselves\u201d or whatever people born in this millennium think they have to think. Authority is at an all-time low, and its starting to show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-medium-font-size\">\u2018Cunning Andy\u2019 my classmates called me. Respected from day one at West Scunthorpe Public School for Boys. Within hours of arriving on my first day I was overheard complaining about the schools choice of milk brand, the rather haphazardly named \u201cM\u1f55ller Milk and Ingredients\u201d. \u2018What are these other unspecified ingredients! Does milk not count as an ingredient!\u2019&nbsp; As indignation coursed through my veins and self-righteous wit throbbed from ear to ear I knew my fate lay in the pursuit of food, or at the very least dairy, criticism.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-medium-font-size\">Despite my barrage of minute complaints my mother forced me to eat the school lunches because they were free and she couldn\u2019t afford to provide on her own. Had no problem making her own lunch though. After informing me that food criticism was a dead-end career, I aimed to prove her wrong by running away and never speaking to her again. That in itself was more of a means-to-an-end. After faxing a couple reviews of binned or out of date food to The Guardian (they\u2019ll print anything) my foot was in the proverbial kitchen door, the kind that swings both ways and has a cubby hole in it. Boris Becker (not that one!), owner of what once was The Kitchen 92.4FM, loved the pieces and understood that deep down all I ever wanted was some proper food in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-medium-font-size\">I mention all the above because I\u2019ve had some major changes in my life recently. My wife, partner and best friend has left me after years of attempts to rectify our love. All that work for nothing (I don\u2019t even think she really tried, to be honest).\u00a0 On top of that, my manager Fatima got needlessly angry for the dozenth time over my nickname for her and fired me. Somewhere in the midst of all this my mother passed on, but I don\u2019t really care about that. Economically speaking I could also be doing better. Right now, I\u2019m surviving off sales from any leftover Cunning Corner merch I can find (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.cunningcorner.org\/\">www.cunningcorner.org<\/a>) however my box of polos is running lower by the day. I\u2019ve begun to question how I ended up in this state. I am NOT a man who questions himself. Not easily anyway. I believe my dedication to providing honesty and taste makes up for any perceived shortcomings, emotionally or in other departments for that matter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-medium-font-size\">However, since reaching what some would described as rock bottom I have decided to embrace my newfound freedom and explore avenues I would\u2019ve never considered in the past. Splat! has allowed me to host these gastronomic columns on their website for the generous sum of only 14.99 a month, as well as carte blanche to free meals across the city within \u2018reasonable limits\u2019 . I am hoping this speech-to-text software can also be considered a company expense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-black-color has-text-color has-medium-font-size\">So strap on those bibs and unfastened your belt a couple notches. Because I guarantee if you stick with me this will be an engaging, thought-proken and well edited adventure through the life and times of this die hard food fan.&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It wasn\u2019t always like this. A good 30 or so years ago I could walk into any eatery and someone would exclaim: \u201cIsn\u2019t that Andrew Cunningham? The food critic from the radio? 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