“We might treat a rabbit as a pet or become emotionally attached to a goose, but we had come from cities and supermarkets, where flesh was hygienically distanced from any resemblance to living creatures. A shrink-wrapped pork chop has a sanitised, abstract appearance that has nothing whatsoever to do with the warm, mucky bulk of a pig. Out here in the country there is no avoiding the direct link between death and dinner…”
A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle
I am a ‘wannabe’ foodie, but unsurprisingly making little effort to get the esteemed status. There, I’ve said it. Living in a city where you can go out for three meals a day for the rest of your life and never exhaust the options, some will consider my opening admission simply disgraceful. I’m sorry 😦
Part of the problem is that I’m notoriously unable to follow a recipe precisely. I can always think of something I could add – a dash of this, a pinch of that. Sometimes it works, sometimes it’s an epic fail! My poor hubby eats it with a smile on his face and reassures me that “the main ingredient is love.”
I do, however, have some favourite dishes (not in order of preference):
1. My Mum’s roast chicken, veg and roast potatoes (which she manages to get deliciously crispy every time – it’s about not skimping on the oil I’m told).
2. A childhood favourite on Friday nights was macaroni at a good friend’s house – macaroni cheese a la Birdie‘s Mum – with tomato skewers grilled on top (company was as delectable as the meal, probably with Queen playing in the background) – made all the more delicious in my memory/imagination over the years.
3. Granny’s date ball biscuits!
4. My hubby’s weekend scrambled egg special with cherry tomatoes.
5. Any seafood cooked by my brother – with Greek salad and chips (At the moment, my preferred tat’ for the chips is red sweet potato).
6. My sister-in-law’s rusks, dipped in tea of course.
7. My current favourite recipe, which I’ve derived myself, stolen and developed from my dear Anglo-SouthAfrican-SouthAmerican-Floridian friend’s timeless ‘beans and rice’ staple (her green bean Christmas bake deserves mention as well).
8. Popcorn and a glass of red wine. Yes popcorn is a dish!
9. The French cooking of my hubby’s Godmother in the Dordogne.
10. Fresh oysters (best consumed on the beach) with a dash of tabasco and lemon.
I’ll stop at 10 then, shall I? There are of course many more.
Why all the foodie talk?
Feeling special 🙂
p.s. A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle is full of French food anecdotes which I may quote again, having just finished the book.