Last night I had a difficult time getting off to sleep, tossing and turning well into the wee hours and beyond. Countless trivial thoughts endlessly scrolled through my brain and I was unable to switch them off.
One of these was the completely random subject of chips, cheese and gravy. I know not why.
Some while ago there was a local campaign to nominate the Manx National Dish. The two main contenders were Queenies (the locally caught queen scallops) or chips, cheese and gravy, a popular pub meal.
Now, I have never tried the latter so it may be utterly delicious. However, it is well beyond the acceptable limits of a low-cholesterol diet. I have often eaten queenies and really enjoyed them but, as they are usually served with butter and bacon they are also now in the culinary naughty corner.
I understand that chips, cheese and gravy was originally devised in Canada by a chef in a Quebec restaurant. It was called poutine, meaning a mess.
Thankfully the eventual winner of the campaign was the healthier option and Queenies reigned supreme.
As a side note, it seems that nearly a quarter of the island's reception age children are overweight and 1 in 5 adults are obese. Food for thought.