Thanks to a frankly staggering series of fuckups, serendipities and incompetences (including encountering marrows, discovering the beef had was furry, and forgetting to turn the oven on) I've just pulled two nearly-vegan whole stuffed cheesy beany marrows out of the oven.
In the meantime, however, I've also actually eaten a progressive series of increasingly food-poisoning-prone foodstuffs from yesterday's room temperature conference buffet, some of which spent an additional hour or so in a c.50C oven.
So, yeah. The marrow will probably be every main meal for the next four days, whilst I spend the next three hours awaiting an inevitable, ghastly dose of the self inflicted - and entirely avoidable - galloping trots.
In the meantime, however, I've also actually eaten a progressive series of increasingly food-poisoning-prone foodstuffs from yesterday's room temperature conference buffet, some of which spent an additional hour or so in a c.50C oven.
So, yeah. The marrow will probably be every main meal for the next four days, whilst I spend the next three hours awaiting an inevitable, ghastly dose of the self inflicted - and entirely avoidable - galloping trots.