Eat Brit: day 6
I am trying to see how hard it is to eat only food that was produced in the UK for a week. You may Read all my Eat Brit posts on one page.
On Saturdays I usually have a healthy version of a fry-up breakfast (low-fat bacon, poached eggs, sliced beef tomatoes, sauteed mushrooms in scant oil and baked beans) instead of lunch.
But yesterday the bacon was Danish, the mushrooms probably Irish (anyone know what WM6 IRL means?) and the tomatoes Spanish, so I had a couple of eggs and a roll of bread (multiseed, home-baked and still steaming hot). I also had forgotten to buy baked beans (surely they must be made in the UK - are they eatin in any other country?).
Frustrated and very tired mid-afternoon (I'd been up since sometime after four in the morning), I had one of the frozen éclairs I'd bought for tonight (Weight Watchers, the most delicious thing I've ever tasted that has only 81 calories). Half-way through, I noticed it was made in Belgium. Drats. Did I stop eating it? Well I was not going to send it back half-eaten across the Channel wasn't I?
I prepared a Thai beef salad for Dr B. while a hearty no-nonsense British dinner for myself was cooking in the steamer: baby potatoes, leeks and sliced green beans, to go with some pan-seared beef.
As I was watching Dr B. reach heaven with his meal (that I denied myself because all the ingredients except the Beef were imported) I knew that, Belgium or no Belgium, the two remaining éclairs were going to be my dessert last night.
Yesterday it was an extraordinary feat not to get depressed about the faded green/mousy brown colour of every single item I ate.
But as I walked past the frozen aisle without picking up the usual kilo of frozen chicken (I think it comes at under a fiver, and it is made in Denmark) with my half-price fresh breasts from poultry 'raised by Tesco's standards' (whatever that means) I felt like Noah single-handedly saving the whole animal kingdom.
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