Homesick for cheese and pickle
Posted by Vanessa
July 16, 2008
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Some days I can track being homesick purely through my stomach. On the days when I’m most missing all things British – my family, friends, changeable weather, red phone boxes, cities with clearly defined centres – I also start wanting chocolate digestives, monster munch, heinz baked beans, fish and chips, my mum’s bread and butter pudding… Things you could basically get in any local co-op ‘back home’ (home is always where I’m not as well as where I am – I’m going home when I head to Bradford and I’m heading home when I get on the plane back).
If I wanted a good meal out, fabulous LA food abounds. On Sunday I went to the Bastille Day festival in the West Hollywood park and had a fantastic mozarella, tomato and basil panini. Italian, Japanese, Mexican, Peruvian; there’s excellent restaurants every where. But none of it is as comforting as my stodgy British favourites.
I could spend an arm and a leg buying the imported versions, but somehow that’s not the point, although I’m always more delighted when Stephen puts pickle in the fridge than I would be by flowers. Yep, I’m looking forward to a trip back home this winter, accompanied by some mince pies, salt ‘n’ vinegar chipsticks, mulled wine and if I’m lucky, some snow.
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July 16th, 2008 at 8:46 pm
How funny – I was snacking on some Branston pickle with cheese and a slice of pork pie when I read this!