It’s funny because some people who slag off my book on the internet complain that the main character goes on and on about food.
Well, like yes. It says it’s a book about food on the cover.
And if you don’t like food, maybe you could go read some light S&M porn instead? Maybe I’ll just write Fifty Shades of Gravy next time and kill two birds with one stone.
However if you are a person who does enjoy food, here are some pictures of things I have recently eaten, mostly in Italy – including some vegetables:
Bruschetta – so totally simple but perfect – fresh tomato, a tiny bit of basil, olive oil, warm bread…
An 8.5 out of 10 millefeuille – not quite enough layers for my liking but yummy nonetheless:
and also in this one:
Even en masse you can’t really appreciate the awesome-ness..
Let’s just say that after I ate one of these bad boys, I ordered 12 on the spot. Ok: it was small; a miniature profiterole stuffed with the most dense, lush, heavy, thick, creamy pistachio custard, and topped with pistachio cream and pistachios. And believe me when I say that I can normally turn my back on a pistachio, if necessary. It’s not like they’re cashews. And profiteroles / pro-shmitteroles – you know I’m all about the brownies.
There was just something stupidly magical about the combination / size / texture / weight / density of the cream, that stopped me in my tracks. I would even go so far as to say that I would plan an entire week’s holiday around this one bakery in Locri, in Calabria. Of course I have forgotten the name of it but if anyone is going anywhere near Calabria, twitter me or whatever, and I’ll ask my friend to remember the name for you.
Finally I shall leave you with one very British treat that I didn’t get round to posting last month – this blue Battenburg that I ate at the Chelsea Flower Show, la di da.
It didn’t taste brilliant but I admired the concept nonetheless. Right, off to write some soft porn and make my fortune…