Confession: I have not been to a supermarket since Hux was born. Whilst this is undoubtedly good for the soul it is simultaneously bad for the wallet, as both our villages’s Co-op and Tesco Express are more expensive than the huge supermarket down the road.
Do you remember about 4 or 5 years ago, when Pizza Express had those vouchers for 241 pizzas all over the internet? We used to meet our friends there after work most Fridays and have a night of Pizza and wine. And this is when my serious garlic obsession began.
I always ordered the same pizza, the La Reine, and the discovery of garlic oil as an addition to it was a revelation.
Will tells me it’s bad form to judge a restaurant by the chips they serve as it’s so subjective, but I do. Every time. Not ordering fries in a restaurant is a rare occurrence for me (my preference: French Fries. Thin cut, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside) and I will return to an eaterie just for the chips. I love them.
It’s a bit of an obvious statement, but once I discovered fresh herbs at the age of 22 or so (and I don’t just mean some limp Basil sandwiched between mozarella and tomato or chucked into spag bol) my cooking was revolutionised.
Does Barbecued food contain Umami? I’m not sure, but these barbecue-ish Boston Baked Beans do have a taste that makes me want to simultaneously smack my lips, say “yummmmm”, smile, and rub my belly in a very contented manner. They really are that delicious and moreish.
I’d like to point out that:
1. They’re cooked with Pork Belly