London Food Porn – I Torture Myself

I am thinking about food quite a lot at the moment.

Since last week when I allowed myself to be over served consistently due to being on holiday, I have been feeling rather sluggish and lethargic.  More so than usual, if you can imagine such a thing.

Jason wants to lose a little weight, and so we talked about our diets and decided that we would gently mosey into a healthier eating routine without putting huge pressure on ourselves.  Neither of us are very good at being dietary Nazis.  We tend to do the whole polarity response thing and go out and eat buckets of lard, even though we don’t really want to, just because we aren’t supposed to.

I do need to lay off the carbs a bit, particularly because it’s coming up to my annual hibernation time, and I will get horrendously sleepy all on my own without any assistance in the next few weeks.  I also give myself horrendous stomach ache if I eat too much bread and wheat, so a few weeks of eating less of it will only help me feel slightly less dormouseish.

Naturally, because we have decided this I have been totally fixated on food all week, and watching The Great British Bake Off is not helping.

We are not doing things stupidly, so we are still allowed to indulge, just not so much.  It is hard to resist temptation though, as Oscar Wilde put it so perfectly.

So I am posting some pictures of some lovely things I ate on holiday to remind myself that I still can eat lovely things, just not twenty seven times a day.

 

I know I’m not going to win any prizes for photography, but this terrible photo is of my gorgeous breakfast from Ottolenghi.  Portobello mushrooms and feta cheese on bruschetta with pesto and roasted tomatoes.  It was heavenly.

 

as was the coffee.

And everything they made.

This was the vast plate of barbecued meat products we got from Bodeans.  The photo doesn’t do it justice. It needs to be in panoramic wide screen smellovision to give you the epic scope of the meat on offer.

 

These are poffertjes.  The small but delicious Dutch pancakes I had from My Old Dutch on High Holborn.

 

and this is the size of the pancakes that Oscar and Tallulah just ‘had’ to eat, replete with icing sugar, chocolate ice cream and chocolate sprinkles.

 

This is the amazing meze plate my friend Gina and I plunged into at Le Comptoir Libanais.

Along with their startling rose water and mint lemonade.

Which I have to say tasted entirely of MINT with a hint of MINT.

Finally, because they really were that good, here is another gratuitous food porn shot from Ottolenghi.

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5 responses to “London Food Porn – I Torture Myself

  1. I think I am just going to have to visit Ottolenghi, Lenin will love it too.
    Because my middle aged spread was threatening to engulf me and make look like all the short fat old ladies in my family photos I decided to Do Something About it and started to drastically cut back the carbs – and since the beginning of July I have lost a whole stone. Being a devout and practising carnivore who happens to love salad and green veg has probably helped; I mean, bacon and egg for breakfast, what’s not to like? I have however still had the occasional thin sliver of cake (this is healthy according to St Mary Berry in the Guardian) so I don’t feel I am denying myself, and I don’t get hungry between meals. Good luck both of you.

  2. By the way – The Summer Without Men was wonderful – I had trouble putting it down once I had started and absolutely loved it.

  3. Ooh-I want everything apart from that weird lemonade drink.It looks too much like freshly harvested algae.

  4. Jenny
    It was just insanely minty. It shouted MINT all the time.

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