Tag Archives: food
Look who The Man and I are looking after this week, at our friends’ beautiful farm! NICE PIGGIES!
A cafe opened at the end of my road recently. I knew I was going to like it. Possibly because it’s an unpretentious looking place with not a stupid cupcake in site, possibly because when I finally made it there the other day they were closed for a week because they’d gone to Glastonbury. My kind of girls. There was a huge picture of the two of them in the window, loaded up and ready to go to the festival, one wearing knickers and sturdy boots. Even better. These are not the kind of ladies to be found standing at … Continue reading
I spent a long time not eating sugar because I was suffering the misapprehension that I couldn’t handle it. Of course I could. I can handle anything. I have the POWER! I AM BASICALLY GOD! I am not God. I’ve not even met him. Or her. Or them. Anyway. I’m still exploring the world of dessert, which is such a joy. There’s something a bit shit (as in, monumentally shit) about being the weird one staring tight-lipped at their empty plate at a dinner party while everyone else chows down on some lovely crumble or tart or pie. Or, for … Continue reading
There were so many things I loved yesterday. There was the woman in Macy’s telling me that a handbag I was gazing at was ‘really English, like, so suitable for England it’s, like, oh my god, THIS IS A BAG FOR ENGLISH PEOPLE’ (seriously). There was the lovely osteopath who sorted out all my problems in an hour, and then told me about the best pizza in the entire world. (Everyone in New York recommends the best pizza in the entire world. Their recommendations are never the same.) There was the unexpected email from an old school friend who now … Continue reading
Next up in my challenge: Trish from twitter challenged me to try a TWIZZLER and a TWINKIE. Untitled 3
What happens in the UK when you want a glass of water with your food: Customer: Oh, and some tap water please. Waiter: Slight nod; expression of distaste *Fifteen minutes elapses* Customer: excuse me . . . Waiter: (Cannot reply; waiter has lost sense of hearing) *Food arrives* Customer: And can I have that tap water, please? Waiter: Yes, just a . . . (disappears) *An hour elapses* Customer: I’d like the bill please. Waiter: Alright. Here’s your water. (Looks really annoyed, as if customer is a massive twat for wasting water) What happens in NY – and, as I … Continue reading
SO MANY THINGS! I love ALL THE THINGS! But here are some highlights from Day Three: 1. Mad flower Man Man runs into grocery store. ‘HELP,’ he shouts. He is sweating. ‘I NEED A FLOWER RECOMMENDATION.’ I listen up. I like this sort of thing. ‘THERE’S A GIRL. I NEED TO BUY HER SOME FLOWERS. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO GET HER.’ I smile kindly. ‘Let me help you,’ I say in my smoothest English accent. ‘THANK YOU’ he yells hoarsely. ‘You like her then?’ I ask, taking him outside to the flowers. He looks even more wild. … Continue reading
Katy Regan, who is a turd, challenged me to eat a battered corn dog. Here is what happened. Your browser does not support the video tag
I was working at the co-op earlier. I write there a couple of days a week so I don’t go mad and feral working on my own. This co-op is also the place I recently did a Spanish cookery course; some of you will have seen my surprisingly impressive creations on my FB page. However, while I was pretty bueno in the cooking department, I was unforgivably shite at speaking Spanish. Which is embarrassing, because I lived and travelled in South America for a VERY long time. At the end of the final class, I said to Eli, our teacher, … Continue reading
This will be a very short blog. All you need to know is that Godminster cheddar is the finest cheese in the universe, including the bits of the universe that physicists haven’t yet found. It is a traffic-stopper of a cheese. It is perfect. It will make you weep and sink to the floor in a deep and blissful swoon. That is all.