Natty Can Cook Prison

He’s the king of the prison hob. Natty, a serving lag at HMP Pentonville, reckons he can whip up a feast from scraps and contraband. This reporter’s learned his secrets – and they’re blowing the lid off jail grub.

Sources familiar with prison operations say Natty’s no ordinary cook. He’s turned his cell into a five-star setup. Think chicken tikka masala brewed in a sock, or burgers grilled on a boiling water hazard. Insiders whisper it’s spreading like wildfire across the wings.

Pentonville. North London. Category B hellhole. That’s where it started. Inmates on the vulnerable prisoners’ wing – VPU for short – first clocked Natty’s skills. “He’s a wizard,” one con told me, on condition of anonymity. “Turns slop into scran you’d pay for outside.”

How Natty Got Sorted

Picture this. Natty lands in Pentonville, 2022. Fresh off a drug wrap. Wing screw hands him the standard tray: grey mush, spuds like glue. He wasn’t having it. “To be fair, I grew up on a council estate in Brixton,” he says via smuggled notes. “Mum taught me to make do.”

And make do he did. First hack? The humble sock cooker. Dip a sock full of tea bags in boiling water from the urn. Instant stock. Add smuggled onions – yeah, they’re worth a tenner a pop on the wing economy. Chuck in chicken from the canteen bird, and you’ve got soup base.

But Natty levels up. Insiders say he bartered for a ‘press’ – that’s code for a makeshift oven. Plastic bottle, wires from a broken radio, powered by the cell socket. Dangerous? Bloody lethal. One spark and it’s barbecue time – for real.

HMP Wandsworth hears about it next. Lags there are copying. On C-wing, they’ve got a Natty disciple running a curry service. Pays your debts, sorted. “It’s currency,” a source says. “Better than burn or tobacco.”

Wing-Specific Recipes: Pentonville Edition

Let’s break it down. Natty’s signature: Jerk Chicken Pentonville Style. Ingredients? Canteen chicken thighs. Smuggle in scotch bonnet from visits – hidden in nappies, apparently. Grate ginger on a sharpened Bic lid. Rub it all in, wrap in clingfilm parcel from the laundry.

Steam it in the sock over the urn. Two hours. Result? Smoky, spicy heaven. Inmates queue up. One tenner a portion. Natty’s cashed up.

Not all smooth. Screws raid cells. Last month, three nicked on A-wing for ‘hooch pots’ – Natty’s brew kit. But he adapts. Now it’s microwave hacks. Wing microwave’s meant for reheats only. Natty overloads it with spuds, packets of cheese slices melted into nachos. Pure filth.

And the desserts? Rice pudding from smuggled milk powder. Mix with sugar lumps, heat in a glove filled with hot water. Creamy. Deadly sweet. Lags on the lifer wing at HMP Frankland are raving. “Natty’s pud sorted my cravings,” one wrote.

From Pentonville to the Moors

Word spreads. HMP Moorland in South Yorkshire. Cat D open nick. Easier smuggles – lads on day release nick herbs from shops. Natty’s blueprint hits there too. Insiders say the education block’s become a test kitchen. Cookery classes? Official ones are a joke. Natty’s unofficial ones pack the house.

This reporter’s learned of a full menu. Starters: pickled eggs from boiled canteen eggs, vinegar nicked from the servery. Mains: Shepherd’s pie with minced beef substitute – lentils and Bovril. Puddings: flapjacks baked on radiator heat.

But risks mount. One lag at HMP Liverpool fried fish goujons on an immersion heater. Melted the plug. Fire alarm. Lockdown. Natty laughs it off. “Health and safety’s for civvies,” he says.

Sources on the inside paint a picture. Prisons like HMP Parc in Wales are next. Induction wing’s buzzing with Natty tales. New fish arrive knowing the score. “Don’t eat the slop. Find Natty’s man.”

The Contraband Economy

It’s big business. A bit of a faff, but worth it. Spices? £20 a jar, passed over visits in false-bottomed Pringles. Oil? Drained from deep-fat fryer in the kitchens – bribed staff.

Staff involvement? Whispers say yes. One Pentonville screw allegedly turns a blind eye for a cut. “They’re skint too,” an inmate shrugs. But governors crack down. Random searches up 30% since Natty went viral on the wings.

Viral? Yeah. Smuggled phones capture it. Blurry vids of Natty plating up. Shared on WhatsApp groups outside. Families beg for recipes. “Tell him to sort Mum’s birthday,” one plea read.

Not all praise. Vegan wing at HMP Berwyn moans. Natty’s meat-heavy. But he’s adapting. Tofu stir-fry from soya chunks. Chilli sauce from tomato puree and Tabasco drops.

Health Hazards and Horror Stories

Don’t get comfy. It’s grim sometimes. Botulism scares from bad hooch. One lag at HMP Durham keeled over from dodgy ferment. Natty’s clean, sources insist. Hygiene? He boils everything.

But electricity hacks kill. HMP Winchester saw a lad fried last year. Socket overload. Natty warns: “Test it first. No heroics.”

Nutritionists tut. Prison diet’s already carb hell. Natty adds flavour, not balance. Still, lags say it’s better than vitamin pills that taste of chalk.

Govs experiment. HMP Low Newton trials ‘enhanced packs’ – extra spices for good behaviour. Natty scoffs. “Too late. We’re sorted.”

Interviews: Voices from the Wing

Inmates who spoke on condition of anonymity spill. “Natty changed the game,” says John, doing 5 for theft at Pentonville. “Used to fight over bread. Now we eat proper.”

Mike from Wandsworth: “His kebabs. Doner meat from lamb mince, pitta from canteen bread sliced thin. Yoghurt sauce from milk and lemon juice. Bangin’.”

Sarah, women’s wing HMP Holloway (now closed, but tales linger): “We had a Natty lass. Pasta bakes in tin trays. Cheese from the dairy block.”

Even screws talk. Off-record, one Pentonville veteran: “Keeps ’em quiet. Happy bellies, less ag.”

Expansion: Natty’s Network

It’s a franchise now. Natty’s boys in 20 nicks. HMP Edinburgh reckons they’ve got his full cookbook – scribbled on bog roll. Recipes: Full English in a mug. Beans, bacon bits, egg powder whisked hot.

Scottish twist at HMP Barlinnie: Haggis from mince and oats. Natty approves. “Proper nose to tail.”

Immigration removal centres too? Sources say yes. Yarl’s Wood has curry nights courtesy of Natty methods.

Outrage? Campaigners cry foul. “Encourages smuggling,” says one. But Justice Secretary? Silent. Budgets tight, riots brewing. Natty’s a pressure valve.

The Future of Prison Food

What next? Natty dreams big. “Out in two. YouTube channel. Natty Can Cook: Real Skint Eats.” Insiders bet on it. Book deal? Prison cookbook sales could fund rehab.

Prisons adapt or bust. Some trial food tokens. Lags buy extras. Natty’d approve. “Choice, innit.”

But for now, it’s underground. Risky. Tasty. Essential.

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What is ‘Natty Can Cook’?

Natty’s the nickname of a crafty inmate at HMP Pentonville who’s mastered cooking proper meals in prison cells using smuggled gear and canteen basics. It’s his reputation spreading across UK nicks.

Where did it start?

Pentonville, north London. Vulnerable prisoners’ wing. Natty turned slop into feasts around 2022, and word flew to Wandsworth, Frankland, and beyond.

What’s the riskiest cooking hack?

The sock cooker or immersion heaters plugged into cell sockets. Sparks flies, fires start – one’s killed a lag at HMP Winchester. Natty warns to test gear first.

Can anyone get Natty’s recipes?

Not officially. They circulate on smuggled paper or phone vids. Families outside beg for them via visits. Jerk chicken and kebabs are fan faves.

Do screws approve?

Mixed. Some turn blind eye to keep peace. Others raid hard. Governors up searches, but Natty’s network adapts quick.