It’s holiday season. Which means I’ve had a week away (and the knee-knocking pleasure of steamy evenings feasting out and sunshining days exploring markets and supermarkets) and that every other colleague seems to be coming back from sunnier climbs armed with edible gifts and curious liquors.
They’re dotted around the office – on desks and tucked behind the fax machine – ready to be discovered for tes bon elevenses and wunderbar afternoon teas.
Friends and family give tasty souvenirs – odd coloured booze, strong coffee, cheap wine, pork fluff, pots of honey and preserves, endless packs of biscuits and chocolate dips – wrapped in zany packets, complete with unintelligible directions, sometimes, still encased in their airport duty-free shopping bags.
I love holiday food. And dudes, I am sure you do too. For me, the best would have to be the GIANT toblerones my Dad used to bring home after skiing in the alps. Although the day I had my first ever humongous pack of jelly-belly jelly beans, all the way from the U S of A was a bit of an epoch.
What is the best holiday food you’ve even had (home or away)? x