lunching on foreign food

fish sushi
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Little gyoza parcels

Dipped in spicy sauce

And curry fragrances

Permeating English air.

The stir fry sizzles

And the sushi rolls are dropped

In tiny dishes

Filled with hot wasabi

Mixed in salty soy sauce

For a perfect war

With something bland

Like egg and chips

Or anything potato based,

Plain, of course,

Except for ketchup dips.

British people have a bit of a bad reputation when it comes to food, and sometimes I think it’s a bit undeserved. Sure, there are Brits who go abroad and order egg and chips for every meal, but a lot of us are quite adventurous.

I like to watch a UK food blogger called Grackle and she eats so many different foods – and it makes me feel so jealous, and hungry.

I live with one of those food phobic Brits who will only eat chips, and so it means I’m limited in where I can go when we go out to eat. It’s only when watching Grackle, I realise how much there is out there and how much there is that I still need to experience.

I might need to go on a few solo restaurant trips just to try some things out!

Much Love

Rachel xx

cooking on masterchef

baked dessert
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Those lights, they ramp the pressure up,

I know that cameras catch my every move,

Hands shaking as I chop I try my best

To imagine that I’m in my kitchen home

Where an Aga sings all day, heating air

Cold with winter snow and ice.

The studio is sunny, painted white

To make it bigger on the screen, but now

It feels so clinical, like judges may

Want to kill or operate on me.

I’m making fancy stuff today;

Impress them’s what they said,

They want to see the fiddly stuff,

Not the one pot dish that nana taught

When you were just a little girl.

Those casseroles and meaty stews are not

What they want to see, so make a roux

And add a strawberry coulis too,

With warmth of ginger mixed with saffron,

Rice that’s flavoured with a coconut;

Knock them out with taste explosions,

Bamboozle those at home with words

That none will understand, and with a smear

Of chocolate sauce spread artfully,

I’ll fool the world and make them think

I have a flipping clue!