burntcopper: (Default)
Regularly i get ranted at by my mate jenny about the fact that I'm apparently too picky about my food.

It's not so much picky as several restaurants/cafes we end up in serve the types of food she was raised to like but not the stuff I was. So I end up seeing maybe one or two dishes I like.

Personal tastes, pretty much. The stuff she's rabid about, I can't stand or am completely ambivalent about - I suppose I could eat it, but I wouldn't enjoy it.

Cake shops? almost completely wasted on me. Even before my metabolism changed as a late teen and this stuff started making me physically sick, I was never fond of rich sweet stuff - cream-filled pastries and gateaux (what i mentally class as 'french/austrian/german' due to the sheer range of patisseries I walked past as a child). Half of it had that rich fruit syrup on or in it, (blegh, too sticky, horrible mouthfeel, why would you coat perfectly innocent fresh fruit in it) the rest was coated in powdered sugar or had nuts all over it.

Cheese? I like... mostly hard plain cheese, preferably english, *never* blue - it tastes rotten, and the smell/taste of most soft cheese makes me gag. Quite like ewe's milk cheese, can't stand goats.

This probably has done wonders for my figure, admittedly.

Nuts? on their own and savoury, fine.

Fruit better well bloody be fresh, and *not* mixed with savoury food. Cooked fruit is just wrong. Same for anything that's a sweet and savoury mix. unless it's a fruit-and-spinach/watercress salad, in which case MINE. (though in all cases of nice food, I tend to push it at other people so they can share in the awesome) I will get very pissed off if you removed the seeds.

Lentils? I don't have much against lentils, they're just incredibly boring. One mouthful is enough. jenny has said this about white rice, claiming that brown and red and other rices are so much more interesting. i was raised on good white rice (and no, we're not talking american, which just tastes plastic.). I can quite happily eat vats of the stuff in the same way some people can eat potatoes. It's what my family gives you when you can't stomach anything else. and to quote me and another southeast-asian-cuisine-raised mate, 'brown rice is for poor people'. Seriously. :shudder: it's like eating the cotton-wool type bread you get you used to get in the supermarket.
burntcopper: (donna human no)
Annual trip to Falmouth with [livejournal.com profile] birdsflying and [livejournal.com profile] jamjar.

Got off train, proceeded to collapse into bed with migraine. Wo0t. While Meg and jen went looking for bread, loo paper and tea.

The week is sort of a blur of gardens, bits of beach and eating. (seriously, Falmouth has way too much good food.)

Gardens : Lost Gardens of Heligan - kept tripping over German tourists, and got full-body heat rash in the jungle bit - turns out the sign language for 'fell into nettles' is universal - had gloriously stodgy food in the restaurant (homity pie, steak and kidney pie and pork chops wrapped in bacon topped off by full veg. mmph.). Trelissick, mostly memorable for the ferry ride there and Glendurgan (has a maze). Hunting and seeking National Trust fudge in gift shops.

Attempted the beach post-brekkies at Gylly Beach cafe, but it wasn't very sunny so a tad cold. Two dips in the water resulted in me not being able to feel my feet for half an hour afterwards (seriously, white). Though we returned to toddle around the rock pools on wednesday. Went round outside of Pendennis castle but the only bit we went in was when we collapsed in the tea room and then went into the gift shop to poke cds, chutney and now I have a penny whistle. FEAR ME. Oh, and Meg and me spent part of sunday evening post-barbecue at Gylly beach listening to a rather decent band headed by Marco Spieza.

Fell into various surf shops. It happens. The haul from those is a miniskirt, a wallet, a belt and new flip-flops.

Food - aside from Heligan and Gylly Beach, there was Olivers, where we felt we ought to hang a 'do not disturb' sign on Jen as her communion with the pannacotta looked a tad ...private. Plus whole stuffed plaice, lavender duck breast, posh chicken kiev and devilled sardines. oh, and dark chocolate liqueur in one's coffee to die for. Besieged the 1950s surf-themed diner for brekkies a couple of times, attacked several tea rooms with prejudice, and ended up at a bare bones seafood restaurant that's only open 3 evenings a week when it turned out Harbour View, a place of fab food and ridiculously pretty waiters was closed for dinner due to 'issues'. (we're wavering between firings, the kitchen being on fire or something similar) Anyway. 1 and a half kilos of mussels, a large loaf of bread, prawns, skinny fries and a few mango sorbets later, destruction was achieved. Also there was Roskilly's ice cream a couple of times, but it was reasoned since we'd often been walking when getting said ice cream, it didn;t count.

Profile

burntcopper: (Default)
burntcopper

April 2014

S M T W T F S
  12345
678910 1112
1314 1516171819
20212223242526
27282930   

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 22nd, 2025 09:11 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios