Ooh yum, I’ve been tagged in a foodie meme by KellyAnn over at Tea&Biscotti. I’ve been asked to divulge my bestest food memories. Hmm, where do I start. Oh I know where… the infamous After Eight Mint incident.
After Eight Mints
I used to get well jel of my mum munching her way through her own box of After Eight Mints, which would be bestowed on her by either my Auntie Sandra or my Nannie. One day the pair of them arrived armed with a box just for the then three-year-old me. After much asking and cajoling to share my box of treasures by aforementioned Auntie and Nannie, I finally relented… and let them sniff the After Eight Mints.
Two happy memories here. Firstly, sneaking off from the primary school gates of a morning with my friend Tabitha, to hit the corner shop for penny sweets and polo mints. Ummm, I’m telling… And secondly, Friday pocket money spent on a much mulled-over selection of cola bottles, foam bananas, foam teeth and lemonade sherbert dip dabs.
Moonlight Mint Choc Ices
At around the age of 11 I spent a week holidaying with my oldest friend and her parents in Aldeburgh. Every day we would go to the boating lake with our toy yachts, have a bit of a sail and then head over to the ice cream van for a Moonlight Mint Choc Ice. Happy memories of times spent with someone who is still one of my most treasured friends.
Chocolate Rum Gateau
Anyone spotting a chocolate theme emerging? My mum is an ace cook, her real forte is the most amazing cakes known to man. For several years in a row I demanded one of her chocolate rum gateaux as a birthday cake. Hell, it didn’t even need to be my birthday. They. Are. Awesome.
Ok, I know they are the pits. But there is something about being on a road trip in the States and stopping off at a Denny’s or other some such diner for breakfast. Get me a side order of maple syrup for my bacon and hash browns now!
Steered well clear of these little critters for years. Then one summer, with a gang of friends at The Cow in Westbourne Park, over a bottle or two of Rose, I discovered the wonder that is oysters. And I’ve been addicted ever since.
Indian Takeaway from Chilli’s
Not just any Indian Takeaway, but the one that my now husband bought just before asking me if I’d move in with him. It was a Friday night, I’d been away on a bit of a holiday with some friends and he’d realised how much he missed me. So, over a bottle of red and a takeaway we agreed to move in together. Haven’t looked back since.
So there’s a smorgasbord of foodie memories from me. I am sure there are more, but I guess it is the one’s that come top of mind that are the most important. Take a look here if you’d like to check out KellyAnn at Tea&Biscotti‘s foodie memories and see the links to a comp where you can upload your own foodie memories to win a holiday.
Right, I’m off to find some chocolate… and no, I’m not planning on sharing.