Obviously, if you know me, you know that I love food. The verdict is still out on whether I am a gourmet gourmand or just a gourmand, but either way, I find myself constantly wanting to talk about the food I’ve eaten, seen or made in this city. Especially because so much of it is new and different -- and all of it is enticing! So I’ve decided that, instead of randomly putting a picture of an egg in a post about laundry say, I’ll devote a post each Friday to everything food-related I’ve wanted to share from the past week. And so – here’s my week in food.
After a long day of walking in Hampstead Heath last Saturday, we stopped at what has now become our favorite pub. It’s a bit too far to be considered our “local” (a neighborhood pub which you frequent every week/day) but it has the coolest vibe – great indoor seating and a huge patio, mismatched groupings of comfortable furniture inside and out, great beer selection, great food, and these chairs which I really want to steal:
Chorizo and black pudding salad was my lunch. As our friend said, isn’t it great how they throw the word salad in there and what would have been heart-attack on a plate becomes (if not healthy) acceptable? But, oh well, it was delicious. And yes, friends, black pudding is made with blood. YUM. (I know I am sarcastic often but that was not an example of it. I’m one of these weird people that likes to eat all parts of an animal.)
During the waning hours of our pub crawl last Sunday at our last pub we realized that A) we were hungry and B) it was 9pm and the kitchen had closed. (Although it is of note that the bartender said he could procure us fish and chips if we forked over 60 pounds – about 100 dollars.) As you can see below, he would have made a killing off such a deal.
We had to settle for the only hot item available on the bar snack menu.
What, more sausage you say? Bring it on! I love beer and meat! (For the record, my waistline does not.) But the best part of this "bar snack" was it’s name. “Sausage on a stick.” No need to beat around the bush, you did just order the adult carnivore’s version of a popsicle.
And to add to the cornucopia of HEALTHY foods I’ve consumed this week... I bring you - that shining star of meat products - BACON!
This is British back bacon. It is so good, with – as you can see – a whole lot less fat than American bacon. But if you come visit you can still have American-style bacon, it’s called streaky bacon. This morning it was back bacon topped with a shiny golden star:
How beautiful and golden is that yolk? The only time I’ve ever seen a yolk even close to being that orange was when I had an egg from the rural backyard of my dad’s neighbor. Here in London you just need to go to the supermarket.
And since this blog today has basically been all about food porn – let’s end with dessert.
This is a stand at the Camdentown market. A crazy, crazy riot of a place, deserving of it’s very own post.
Now that, I think everyone can agree, is YUM!
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