I don't often write about food, which is surprising given how much I love it (and accordingly, I'm no sylph). For some reason I was feeling very hungry on the bus today, on the way home from work, and this made me think about the fact that actually it sometimes doesn't even matter what you're eating: the environment, the company you're keeping, the weather, the music, something unpredictable and unique or even just how stupidly hungry you are can make the following list of things, for instance, taste better than anything you've ever tasted:
a cup of tea in a plastic mug outside my just-pitched tent;
fish and chips from Joe's Fish Bar in Tranent, straight out of the packet;
a bowl of Doll instant noodles (probably chicken flavour);
fish fingers and tomato sauce, eaten with my fingers;
cold baked beans from a tin with a bent fork;
a spoonful of crunchy peanut butter from the jar; or
a slightly burnt sausage in a bap at a badly organised barbeque.
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Food is fuel for the body. Love is fuel for the soul.
& apropos of nothing, your header reminds me of the Kenny Everett Picture Show ("We're gonna round them up, put them in a field and bomb the bastards").
It's scary to see how much influence a character from a comedy 80's show has had on the current US president.
P.S. Nothing beats a good piece of toast.
I have enjoyed many bowls of Doll Chicken Noodles and fish finger sandwiches. Currently in Argentina drooling over big fat cows, in fields, and imagining what each on would taste like slightly grilled with a little mustard. yum yum x
Instant noodles are like eating straw and should I ever find any in your kitchen cupboard I will burn them.
Hot toast covered in butter and marmite is hard to beat.
Sara - can you send a decent bit of beef my way please?
Thanks, anonymous, it was an entirely deliberate reference. Poor old Kenny's dated badly, I fear.
Good to see you here, Sara. Will there be pictures of big rare steaks on your blog? I do hope so.
As for you, Mummy - I have a longstanding Special Relationship with Doll noodles going back to university days when I used to buy them at a corner shop in the Great Western Road in Glasgow and eat them in huge quantities especially after coming home drunk. And they definitely tasted great then.
I have to say I love crunchy peanut butter too, altho I tend to use my finger rather than a spoon!!!
I should also add: a cheese and onion pasty from Greggs - you can't beat it.
Freshly-baked white bread is my guilty pleasure, with just about anything on it, although dipped in cream of tomato soup is pretty damn good. And children's sweets - wine gums, that sort of thing. And the contents of my kids' biscuit tin (which, unlike that of our childhood, does NOT contain garibaldis, pink wafers and chocolate bourbons). And butterscotch instant whip. And cereals like rice crispies and sugar puffs. And crisps, increasingly (that was always LottieP's thing), especially prawn cocktail. The other day, a packet of PC Walkers came back in a schoolbag half finished, and I was literally salivating - drooling, even - at the very smell of them.
Oh yes, crisps - how could I have forgotten my longtime obsession with cheesy Wotsits? I would also go a long way (to swim, to dive into the fire, to ride on the curl'd clouds) for a packet of pickle flavoured Monster Munch.
We'll stock up on them for Christmas ;-) Turkey with a side order of Monster Munch anyone?
A bar of melted chocolate, reformed with all the weird white bits in it as you get to the top of a peak in a freezing wind (preferably combined with a smug knowledge that you WERE right with the map reading despite what any accompanying males may have thought).
But I'm also with the hot buttered toast and marmite brigade - delicacy so sadly lacking and misunderstood in most countries outide the UK.
This is what I'm talking about, Fraught Mummy - something that ordinarily might be unappetising, revolting even; but somehow by dint of circumstance tastes wonderful.
....Oreo cheesecake...
talking of sylphs...how are you faring with that tulip skirt? no friend of mine....I was a Wil O' the Wisp for around 2 days....
Gxx
and yes, Toast
Singapore just doesn't do normal bread
it does sweet-not-nice bread
Gx
Carousel Monkey, I'm little short of astonished to see that you didn't take the opportunity to cite those three fine food stalwarts: the chipolata sausage, the miniaturised pork pie and the Battenburg cake.
In fact that irresistibly suggests a rhyme a la (and with humble apologies to) Edward Lear:
"Three things to my doom I shall warrant I'll take/The Chipolata, the Pork Pie and the Battenburg Cake."
LottieP, you are far to literary for your own good……
I don't really mean that of course, I'm just envious.
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