I’ve been asked this many times since our return from the UK, and I have to admit, I’m not doing a very good job of answering it. It’s not that we didn’t eat, because we certainly did, though I did manage to lose 6lbs – yay! And it’s not that we never ate well, we did that, too. I just didn’t do a very good job of documenting it. We meant to take pictures, but besides some lousy shots from our afternoon tea in York, we forgot. 

The problem is, I’m not a foodie. I mean, sure I enjoy a good meal, and I definitely enjoy a decadent chocolate truffle, but beyond that, I kinda eat what I know I like because I need the nourishment. (Cringe) Go ahead, start throwing eggs. I admit it, I don’t pay as much attention as I should, nor get as much enjoyment out of food as we’re told we’re supposed to. My excuse? My mind is just always focused on too many other things. While you’re savoring your Steak Diane and perfectly crisped asparagus, I’m sorting through my to-do list in my brain, or replaying the scene from the movie we just saw, or contemplating the best way to describe the color of your shirt – none of it food-related.

But these are the things I do remember about the food we ate in the UK. 1) I love Cornish pasties – they are fantastically and simply delicious. It’s like having your own portable potpie filled with yummy goodness – chicken, potatoes and carrots or beef, turnips and onions, the list goes on. 2) I could care less about fish and chips. Tried it, but I didn’t see what all the hoopla was all about. 3) Dishes that include innards or blood or tongues are not for me. So, no haggis or blood pudding, though Shanon did enjoy the latter. 4) Fast food is fast food anywhere you buy it, but there were different options on the menus. 5) Pub Food was pub food. No matter the location, it hardly differed. And the burgers taste more like a meatloaf or Salisbury steak on a bun than the juicy beef patties we’re accustomed to.

There were a few meals that I did particularly enjoy. In the village of Lynton, located in Exmoor, there was a little restaurant called the Butterchurn that served an excellent beef stew and tasty apple crisp. The spinach tortellini at a restaurant called the Piazza in Oban, Scotland was delicious. The Spanish Tapas restaurant in Inverness called La Tortilla Asesina was wonderful. And I thoroughly enjoyed my Tomato Risotto Stuffed Peppers and Grilled Chicken at the Beef Eaters Restaurant in Darlington.

Sweets-wise, I loved the chocolate truffles from both The Oban Chocolate Company and Monk Bar Chocolaters of York. I also had the most decadent double chocolate muffin from Pasty Presto in Bath.  

But, that’s about it. I don’t have much else to say about the food, except that I guess most of it was tasty enough to be eaten, but not noteworthy enough to be praised or derided. (Shrug) Bland, but edible.