I don’t care how old I get, I will always have an advent calendar. What’s all this nonsense about having to stop with the fun stuff when you become a grown up? No thanks. Christmas is not just for kids, it’s for everyone. And I want an advent calendar.
If there’s one thing that I absolutely cannot stand, more so than the average person, it’s waste.
For better or worse, it plays such a huge part in my behaviour. It’s the reason I would rather clear my plate and feel uncomfortably full than scrape perfectly good food into the bin. It’s the reason I have bags and boxes and utterly useless packaging stuffed under my bed and in my cupboards. It’s why I continue to wear the same old (but perfectly good) fur coat year after year whilst my far more fashionable friends sport something new each season.
You know me, I love (thankfully, or else writing a food blog wouldn’t be much use) talking about food all year round. I don’t think there’s a single waking minute where food doesn’t cross my mind! For the majority however there’s more peaks and troughs in the interest of edibles; my blog traffic alone is testament to that, with January being a quieter month for any of my more indulgent recipes. (Healthy recipes on the other hand go bonkers!)
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; as a lover of hearty British food I am incredibly lucky to live where I do. There are some absolutely incredible country pubs on my doorstep.
Waking up after a night of reviewing not one, but two restaurants for dinner I was surprised (surprised in the sense of ‘what is wrong with my gargantuan appetite’ rather than it being unusual. It’s not) to find my stomach rumbling and ready for another day of tasty discoveries. Today I was heading South of The Thames in search of what you know to be some of my favourite varieties of food: pub grub.