me a place to talk about food. We’ve recently returned from a year of travelling for which I kept a blog, and now I find that I enjoy blogging it’s something I want to keep up. So why food? Why salty plums?
Salty plums are a Chinese snack that you can find in Asian food shops. Apparently they’ve also become popular in Mexico. They are insanely salty and sweet: eating one makes my mouth go squee and my eyes curl up in horror. Which is somehow pleasant. In moderation. They’re not my favourite food, but the name also sounds a little rude and slightly intriguing. I’ve always wanted to be seen as a little rude and slightly intriguing, so there you have it.
The “we” in my blogs is Matthew and Maureen, both born in the early 70’s and a team now since we met at Southampton University. I enjoy cooking, and do all of it. In some ways I’m a food snob: I’ll never buy a ready-meal, I never use pre-prepared cooking sauces, I never eat in Pizza Hut or McDonalds. I love black pudding, jerusalem artichokes, real ale and flat-leaf parsley. But I’m not a “real foodie”; I don’t watch TV cookery programmes, I only have a half-dozen cookbooks that ever see use, and I don’t read food blogs. That’s one habit I ought to change or I shall feel hypocritical whenever I wish more people would read mine!
We both love eating out. Lots and lots of Michelin stars, lots of foams and emulsions, cunning patisserie and tender water-bath’d meat. Since returning from our year of travelling I’ve been thinking more carefully about the intersection of price and quality; finding a place to enjoy really good foor for a tenner is just as precious as finding exquisite food for a cool hundred. That’s because for now we’re jobless bums living off our savings.
So I’m writing as someone who enjoys finding, preparing and eating food but who has never gone that step further of being obsessed by it. I reckon there’s plenty like me.