That’s right. Still waiting to see if my pepper seeds from Wahaca at Canary Wharf will actually grow. I hope for Wahaca’s sake that they do.
Category Archives: Adventures in Food
Milk, butter, & salt.
Kalamata olives, fresh rosemary, & thyme flakes.
Combine & add flour.
Melt some butter on this French Bread with Kalamata Olives, Rosemary, and Thyme and eat with prosciutto!
(Liverpool Street Station is a major tube stop on the Central line and also a National Rail station with trains going all over the country.)
Last year when I lived in halls one of East London’s main water pipes burst leaving us without water. What did a friend and I do? We rushed to Liverpool St. to have a wee and replenish our water supplies of course! Liverpool St. station is still east but it escaped the initial water lockdown (thank god!)
So, what else have I done in Liverpool St.’s bathrooms? It has oddly come to my attention that I’ve done just about everything in Liverpool St.’s bathrooms, and at 30p a visit mind you.
-I always meet a friend there when she comes to visit for some odd reason.
-I’ve wrote out cards and other correspondence that needed to be mailed, pronto, while sitting on the toilet (no, not in THAT way.)(Oh and I understand that this might seem weird, but I always buy my cards from the Paperchase at this station. No clue really.)
-I’ve nearly had a mental breakdown after the infamous Heathrow-epic-fail of December 18, 2010.
-I’ve seen someone go into labour.
-I’ve eaten a McD’s cheeseburger while sitting under the mirrors with friends after a night out.
Why Liverpool St.? Why ME?
Well I’ll tell you. It is stringy and tastes like champagne, which are probably two of the things I like least in my yougurts, but hey, at least they didn’t spell yogurt youghurt.
There are some things that the UK just doesn’t have and Britons just don’t understand. Fried food in particular is a bit of a conversation starter for a lot of people. “Yeah well you guys eat fried pickles so…”
I’ve never had anything that you would consider to be “weird fried food.” Until recently, I’d only had the pretty normal fried chicken, though I’ve since had fried ice cream. And if fried ice cream is American, then how come it was served at a Mexican restaurant alongside the flan and plantains? (And if we’re the ones who will fry up anything (and you are disgusted by it) why would you have entire roads in London dedicated to fried food? Let’s take a walk down Mile End and try and get ourselves a salad. Impossible!)
The verdict: pretty good but not that weird. What is the point in frying ice cream anyway? The only result is a crunchy outer shell because you obviously can’t fry it properly, otherwise it wouldn’t be, well, ice cream. Next up: fried pickles and fried butter. Bring on the coronary.
There are few things in life I love more than food. In particular, I love Cornish pasties (not pay-steez but PA-steese). In fact, I love them so much that I’ve been trying to convince a certain someone to take a holiday in Cornwall just so I can sit on the beach (in a raincoat and umbrella of course) and eat pasties to my heart’s content, but I digress.
Pasties are a curious food indeed. Kind of like a dumpling or pot-sticker in larger form, except not. There are very specific standards for pasties. This year Cornish pasties were awarded PGI (protected geographical indication) by the European Commission. Essentially, only a pasty assembled in Cornwall can be officially called Cornish and there is a particular recipe that must be followed.
Call me crazy, but isn’t the European Commission supposed to be doing more important things than regulating pasties?! I mean, what if I made a pasty and called it Cornish? Is there a punishment? Can you be put in jail because of pasty politics?! Goodness me!
There’s a PastyFest in Calumet, Michigan taking place on July 1st and 2nd. I’m adding it to my ‘to do’ list. Any takers? (hint hint AP)
Student living sucks sometimes. This is one of those times.
Now, anyone whose ever lived with students knows that they are just downright jerks half the time. One of the most annoying things apart from the fact that no one ever wants to buy toilet paper (A whole post on it’s own. Don’t worry about me though, I’ve taken to stashing it in my room!) is that people will just help themselves to your food because they are too darn lazy to go to the store themselves. Both mine and Ryan’s flatmates do this which is a double loss for us. If only his did it then we good keep the good food at my house and vice versa. But nay, that would be too convenient and delicious for us. So, we have discovered inadvertently some fool proof ways to keep people from eating our food.
#1. Buy foreign. People think Americans are wary of all things foreign, but in actuality it’s the Brits. Now, if I buy just any kind of bread from Tesco it WILL get eaten by people other than me. If I buy Lithuanian rye bread with nothing on the packaging in English then people get sufficiently spooked and stay away.
#2. Whole milk vs. Skimmed or Semi-skimmed. It seems that people, the world over, are generally adverse to whole milk and they don’t really know why. I will admit I felt a bit rebellious the first time I bought a pint of whole milk. I’ll just try it because you know?…. I’ve never had whole milk in my life! I mean, it can’t be that bad right? I can’t actually get fat from whole fat milk can I?!?! While it is noble that our American and British mums want to shelter us from fatty foods perhaps those foods shouldn’t be milk, or butter, but rather that pack of Doritos or Lucky Charms. Nobody goes near our milk now that we’ve started buying whole, and I can assure you, we haven’t gotten any fatter. We also now enjoy milk that tastes like milk and not just questionably white water on our cereal. Plus plus if you ask me.
#3. Good food must be eaten immediately! To anyone who hasn’t been a student in a while, you have probably forgotten what constitutes”good” food. Fresh chicken, Ben & Jerry’s, frozen pizza (only the good brands), free range eggs, bacon, sausages, etc. If you spend weeks waiting for that £4.50 pint of Ben & Jerry’s to go on sale, and then you buy it and leave it in the freezer, it will be gone in two days. Bacon is the other big ticket item. No one ever thinks to buy this for themselves, but when someone does, everyone gets jealous. My mum used to make me bacon in the mornings… Aww I miss my mum. Man I really could go for some bacon. I totally even forgot bacon existed! How could that happen? I love bacon!! Yes, that is actually how the though process goes, pathetic isn’t it?
Follow these fool proof tips and you can enjoy your food all to yourself, and save money to boot. Plus plus!
Like any good 25% Lithuanian person would do, I eat rye bread, which is a bit of a task to find in the UK. Fortunately for me I have a continental grocery store only a couple blocks away. Now, what the heck is the difference between a continental grocery store and a British one?
First off, British stores (Tesco, Waitrose, Iceland, Asda, Lidl, etc.) generally look like American stores based solely on organization and appearance. They have white florescent lights, things are scanned with barcodes, and the floors get cleaned multiple times a day. Continental stores on the other hand take a more, for lack of a better word, continental feel. And by continental it is meant the rest of Europe and usually Turkey. The lights are yellow and dingy, the produce is outside at the front, usually each item has a little yellow sticker on it with the price, and you have the added bonus of not knowing exactly what is dodgy and what is safe. It’s so much fun!
This week I had to settle for Polish bread instead of Baltic since they were out, but I picked up something foreign on my way through the aisles. Tarhana Çorbası. Now, it’s evident that this is some kind of soup. How to make this soup is simply beyond my language capabilities. A quick wikipedia search tells me that this is widely eaten (drank?) in Turkey, Iraq, Egypt, Greece, Bulgaria, and Albania and that it’s made from a fermented mixture of grain, which doesn’t really tell me anything.
From the instruction panel on the back I could gather that I’m supposed to add 1 litre of soğuk suya ekleyelim. Hmmm. How did humanity ever get by without google translate? It means cold water. But wait, I thought this was soup? Next instruction: Kaynayana kadar karıştıralım. Keep boiling until. Until what, exactly? Next instruction: 10 dakika bu şekilde pişirdikten sonra. Bake for 10 minutes this way and serve. Bake bake? or boil bake? Is it even possible to bake soup?
Somehow I made it look edible, no thanks to those instructions, and the verdict is…….. Delicious, and perfect with a piece of buttered bread. Good luck saving the leftovers though, mine turned into jelly! Yuck.