Exploration of chocolate in London and whilst on adventures, plus random comments on daily life.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
My proper English family
Sunday lunch on the Common (Windmill on the Common, that is. It's a lovely pub, where you feel totally secreted from the outside world in the centre room). In an unintentional attempt to affirm our Englishness at this semi-family reunion everyone ordered the roast. Lamb or beef and yorkshire puddings, all around the table. I would have followed suit had there been a vegetarian option, instead I had roast sea bass (but no yorkshires for me...). It was even followed by proper English puddings, everyone having either Sticky Toffee Pudding or Creme Brulee. And, before you laugh at my apparent ignorance, Creme Brulee, despite its name, was invented in Birmingham. Or was it Nottingham? I don't even want to know how someone figured out exposing fire to sugar sprinkled on custard made such a delicious dessert. Northerners. ;-) I lied, not quite all of us had an English after: the younger of my two brothers had a brownie (chocolate addict...). Even still, all three male family members followed their dinner with a Fry's turkish delight bar just an hour later. (I had some Valhrona Manjari...) See: a family of chocolate lovers.
Chocolate lights me up. I love it. I'm sure it all started with my mum eating loads of Mars Bars when she was pregnant with me, but I inherited my dad's love for the dark stuff. Chocolate makes me happy. I live, eat and breathe chocolate and especially love sharing chocolate discoveries with people. I live in London, which I love, especially for the amazing chocolate sold here. I write about my encounters with chocolate here, but I also show people to the best chocolate in London on the Chocolate Ecstasy Tours. Go to www.ChocolateEcstasyTours.com if you would like to check out more. :-)