I am sat looking out at the British summertime i.e. the pouring rain, after nearly 3 weeks in France, musing on the things we missed. This was a conversation over a few Kirs one night with other people who were staying at the same gite, and I think the general conclusion was not much.
I mean, we were in South West France, with all its amazing flavours and fresh fish and seafood on tap. But there were just a few things that people were determined not to miss, and so had carried with them by land and sea. Our house had its supply of Yorkshire tea, because coffee is great, but nothing beats that first cuppa.
The Dutch family had brought Gouda cheese with them, as apparently, like the French, the stuff they send outside of the Netherlands is not as good. Why is this always the case with cheese? Although there only seemed to be Cathedral City cheddar in the local supermarket, so pot kettle black syndrome may be in place here.
The Scots had brought peanut butter. I like my peanut butter but it wouldn’t have been top of mind. However, having tried to find it in the supermarket for a recipe I was testing I found that a) the French don’t eat peanut butter much b) it sits in the exotic world foods aisle c) there was only a choice of two and d) it was the best part of €4 for a very small jar.
Consequently, I shall be taking my own next year!
Meanwhile, we will be making a big pan of Rogan Josh any moment now. Oh happy day! Bring on the naan bread.
What food do you miss when you’re away from home?