Europe Food Chronicles, London Edition Part II:
My new name is Glutton Marie Corso and I am not ashamed of who I am. Also full disclaimer this is an abridged version of my London gorge. Remember folks, gorge is just a shorter word for gorgeous.
1. Scotch egg. This egg morsel wrapped in mince then fried in breadcrumbs - that’s atleast 2/3 of the food pyramid right and therefore a nutritional addition to my life.
2. Some words like like Handmaid frighten me but other words like Handmade excite me. Like this handmade pappardelle with beef cheek ragu, ravioli with ricotta, sage and lemon zest and the third pasta not pictured to retain dignity: gnocchi in a butter sauce from Padella.
3. Never underestimate the power of a good sandwich - like this salt beef one. A sandwich never judges, ‘eat me with your hands sitting in a London gutter at the Borough market’ - and I did just that. A gutter is surprisingly a comfy makeshift chair.
4. Dinner at Ottolenghi’s NOPI, was like reading all of his cookbooks without the stress of ransacking my pantry for 247 ingredients.
5. A Sunday roast from the pub. Look at that little Yorkshire pudding gravy bath. You better believe I took my roast potatoes for a dip, facial and exfoliation in there.
6. Seriously getting ludicrous now. DUCK CONFIT in a roll! Kill me now, actually please don’t, my intestines will beat you to it as they try and make sense of this nonsense. They’ve already called the Culinary United Nations to make an exit plan.
7. And...a raclette on a bed of potatoes with some Cornichons for a side of #healthyliving - food is life and life is one big messy mouthful with a little salt and pepper in between the seasons.