Dr Sister Outlaw on food tourism, and other vices

Zoe’s beautiful summer food pictures underscore the fact that the best things about holidays are having the time to enjoy food at its best. My holidays were spent in Thailand and Vietnam, where the food is legendary. However, it must be said, food does not always broaden the mind, particularly if one treads a path worn down by many tourists before you. I did come home with recipes and ideas, but I also learned much about the pitfalls of food tourism. At this point, I will confess that the first thing I learned is not to let your pockets and your camera be worked over by Hanoi’s best, but I’ve decided my best work is literary. This is a post which will rely on the power of words.
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Obama tattoos are old news already, so why was I surprised to see Obama Foodorama, “A Daily Diary of The Obama Foodscape, One Byte At A Time”? The intertubes really does have space for everything.

For starters, there’s the wonderful MFK Fisher’s Alphabet for Gourmets at Gourmet magazine, via Metafilter. Here’s part of “C is for cautious”

A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet: he has no need for it, being filled as he is with a God-given and intelligently self-cultivated sense of gastronomical freedom. He not only knows from everything admirable he has read that he will not like Irish whisky with pineapple chilled in honey and vermouth, or a vintage Chambertin with poached lake perch; every taste bud on both his actual and his spiritual palates wilts in revulsion at such thought. He does not serve these or similar combinations, not because he has been told, but because he knows.

So if I decline something because it will upset my spiritual palate, you won’t be upset, will you?
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What I ate on my holidays

I’ve been missing not posting here, but all my computer face time at the moment is being taken up doing work contributing to the new Kitchen Garden at my son’s school (setting up a blog and wiki, in fact). To keep myself going, here’s some snapshots of what’s been happening.

And in case you thought I was one of those nasty food show offs who were profiled at The Elegant Sufficiency, you should know I’m off down to the local swimming pool this afternoon to celebrate my youngest son’s 2nd birthday with supermarket sausages on plastic bread, followed by packet cake and bought icing.