Obsession

I return from the US having eaten most of the delectations that we hear about only in books over here. Admittedly some were in places of dubious repute, but try this on for size: Wednesday Egg soda (some touristy place where we also got a "parfait" cake with cream and fruit and some waffles) (This is a pic of my sister) Chicken udon (Japanese) Thursday Corn muffins (dry things with sweetcorn in but with crispy top) (au bon pain) Cinnamon bun (cold the gits) Cosi's flatbread sandwich with pork and brie Bubba Gumps stuffed shrimp (weird that what they stuff it is is so rich - crab, and that it is less stuffed, more balls placed on top of flayed shrimp) Friday Pax breakfast wrap Beef and Sesame chinese in Chinatown Magnolia cupcakes (only the red velvet one was wow enough for the trip) Japanese sushi for dinner Saturday Cafe Bari for redpepper ommlette wrap with breakfast potatoes (hash browns) Baked ziti at Rocky's Diner (italian cafe) French toast rice pudding with ro

If you're wondering why I posted three times in one day, it's because a) I'm enjoying my recently installed wireless. b) I recently discovered food blogs as opposed to just random dialogue about life. c) Originally I posted because a guy was late picking me up. Now I'm procrastinating, I have a room to clean, a suit case to pack and my appointment card to find. Here comes the random dialogue, for a foodie, I am in hell. My usual life (stresshead treasury person) which is eased by a chocolate affliction, has pushed me to a ulcer-ridden person. The *pop* was 2 years ago exactly and now post going back to my normal life it seems to have reared it's head again and now all sharp, spicy and hard foods are verboten to me. Goodbye toast! Goodbye crisps! Urgh. Funnily enough, the majority of soft foods are sweet foods. Good in some ways, bad bad bad in others. Have a picture of what happened to the banana my boss left me one day. White chocolate chip and banana muffin.

My gorgeous macaroons. Courtesy of La Duree . When they first opened in the UK I knew I had to visit but it wasn't until I came across them in Green Park where they opened in Burlington Arcade when I got to try it out. Now they are like my overpriced luxury item of choice. And the perfect reasoning to why I have never tried caviar. I really want to, but I don't think I can afford a £50 a pot habit. If you are ever in this neck of the woods, you may as well do my abbreviated tour. Stop off at Green Park station. Start on the opposite side of the road to the Ritz. Walk towards Piccadilly Circus and you will find La Duree (humanahumanahumana) and for me the must tries are Caramel and salted butter, vanilla, and raspberry. Moving along you get La Maison Chocolat , which whilst the cake I bought wasn't THAT nice, it was the smell of molten chocolate in the shop that made me high. Right next door to that is a japanese shop called Minamoto Kitchoan which sells japanese jellies f

Well I was going to call myself foodb!tch but just in case I disturbed the masses, hey. I'll see if I can change it. After getting wireless and discovering a world of food blogs, I was upset (oh dear god if I got upset about that I would be sad!!) Okay, um, perturbed that they seemed to be mainly aussies writing them. Brilliant natural lighting for their food pics I have to admit, but I figured I'd write one from the UK before searching for more british blogs. Another moan and groan seems to be this obsession that unilaterally all these bloggers are focussed on Nigella Express. HELLOOOOOOOOO. Do these people have tvs? Now I understand it must be hard on the other side of the globe. But here is what you see on good old BBC2. Nigella eating her "express" lunch of noodles WITH chopsticks on a red double decker bus. This is London. Noodles on a bus? Don't get me wrong, I love Nigella. I own several of her books. I have to cut down the amount of sugar and butter that g