I don’t ever need any forcing, but the Costa Rica vs England match was the perfect impotus to get some gallo pinto on the go. I cannot actually claim any authenticity we didn’t even have any pinto beans and kidney beans is no substitute. So it was more middle of nowhere Bolivian rice and beans than decent Costa Rican cuisine. The plantains weren’t even ripe either but who cares when you have Lizano Salsa Inglese. I’m trying to ration the sauce to the best of my ability because who knows when we’ll get it again, but boy oh boy it makes anything delicious. With chilli chicken, sour cream and a fried egg it was as close to the real thing as I could get. Makes losing that little bit sweeter, not that I’m remotely interested!