My least favourite question in the world: “So really, what’s your favourite food?”
Come ooooooon. FAR OUT. You’ve GOT to be kidding!?
That question is honestly up there with “who’s your favourite child?!” Ok, not really, but it’s definitely one that I struggle immensely to answer. First up, are we talking sweet or savoury? Hot or cold? Natural or artificial? Summer or winter? Individual food or group of foods put together i.e. a specific dish? Drunk or sober? Entree, main or dessert?? The list goes on and on and on and on!
Realistically, if I had to, I think I could name about 30 foods that are my favourites. However, if we’re talking, gun to the head, have to choose, pick one or die, then I think I could do it properly. Well, almost properly. I could never get down to one. I’d have to be allowed to have two.
The first would be known as Desert Island Food A (DIFA) and the second would be Desert Island Food B (DIFB). Desert Island Food A would be the *real* desert island food. The one, assuming there were no health ramifications, that you really, genuinely, could eat every single day, every meal for your entire life. Typically this would be something with a ‘neutral’ or perhaps even boring flavour and texture. You would have to actually imagine yourself eating this EVERY. SINGLE. DAY for the rest of your life. Breaking it down like that, I’d have to say my DIFA would be rice. I love rice. It’s comfort food at it’s best for me. Cooked in butter with some salt and pepper or made into a fancy risotto, I really could easily eat it forever.
And DIFB? This one is the food you absolutely could not live without. It’s probably something that, in reality, you couldn’t stomach 24/7/365/forever, however, it’s your number one “go-to” food for when times are tough. (Or even when they’re not but you just bloody feel like it!) Anyone who knows me well, or perhaps even if they’ve met me just once, would know that without doubt, my DIFB would have to be chocolate chip biscuits. From the local supermarket variety to a batch fresh out of a Parisian oven I’d rarely, read: never, turn one down. I also happen to have the BEST RECIPE KNOWN TO MAN for these, and it is below (with pictures!) for you to test out.