Eat Brit: day 7
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.
I had little time for Sunday lunch, so I just ate leftover steamed vegetables from the previous night, cold from the fridge, still in their plastic container while I was sitting at the computer.
Then I cooked some of the half-price fresh UK chicken that I had bought on Saturday. It was saved from burning at the very last minute as Dr B. inquired about the smoke, and it was in the end very nice, meaty and slightly chargrilled. I wondered if I would have enjoyed it so much had I not known that it was meant to cost three times as much as my usual low-cost frozen Danish chicken breasts.
The afternoon snack was three cans of Stella (brewed in the UK) from our local Royal Vauxhall Tavern. We just popped in for the show and a friend's birthday, then rushed home because Dr B. received a call from work (he is on support all week long) and I had to go make a pizza.
You see, Sunday night is 'share a pizza and Weight Watchers frozen dessert' night (formerly known as 'two pizzas and a tub of Haagen-Dazs each' night). Having established that the Weight Watchers desserts were made in Belgium and got rid of them on Saturday (they were lovely, thank you very much), all was left to do was concentrate on making a pizza from scratch.
I did not really have to make it, but it was fun, we have a bread machine and this way I could make two and top Dr B.'s one with imported produce like tomatoes. Yes, mine was what I think they call a 'white pizza' in Italian.
We ate watching part of 'The Trial of Tony Blair', but I grew very quickly tired of the caricature treatment that cancelled the surreal aspect they were trying to get across. So I switched to Project Catwalk and fell quickly asleep.
I have to rush to work now, but please come back later for a final post on the lessons I learnt by trying to eat only British food for a week.
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