Food and eating out
This article belongs to Life in Britain column.
Probably known to most of you out there, British food has a reputation of being less than excellent. Having been to
After two weeks, I was thoroughly sick of the microwave meals. They had seemed delicious to me at first, but then I noticed that I could not keep up with this kind of diet permanently. Everything tasted the same suddenly, and it tasted like cardboard too. I never went back to microwave meals after that, unless there was an emergency. I decided that my taste buds needed a change. So what was I to do now?
That was one of my first moments when I really and truly noticed that I was in another country now. British supermarkets looked similar to German ones at first glance, but when I started looking more closely, I discovered that there was a whole new world to be discovered. In
So, the problem of my home cooking was solved. But there was still the issue about what to do when eating out. After spending a few weeks and then months in the country, I discovered that food seemed to have a different meaning to British people from the one it has to continental Europeans like me. For starters, they don't seem to like it when other people add salt or any other spices to their food. In pubs, you usually get your hot meals without any spices and you are invited to help yourself to salt, pepper and vinegar from nearby tables. You also add your own dressing to your salad. In restaurants, similar forces are often at work, the difference only being that the waiters actually bring spices to your table and occasionally ask whether you would like them to put salt, pepper or oregano on your food.
Then there is the issue of takeaways to consider. But, being honest here, I just never considered them at all, apart from one great Chinese takeaway in an otherwise grim small town in
Most British people I met, though, seemed to adore takeaways, especially Indian curries and, of course, fish and chips. Believe it or not, Scottish people even like combining haggis (sheep stomach) and chips! Considering this, it comes as no surprise that not many British people seem to like cooking in their homes. In amazement, I realised that my rather limited cooking skills seemed advanced compared to those of many British people, who were perfectly happy eating either takeaways or the aforementioned microwave meals. Traditional home cooking usually consists of meat with thick gravy and vegetables such as carrots, peas and potatoes. Plus, I discovered that chips could actually be combined with anything, be it pizza, pasta or . . . more chips!
Another thing I just need to mention is the difference between German and British bakeries. In
Coming back to restaurants, the cuisines I enjoyed the most by far when I was in
Come to think of it, when people used to ask me if I ever got homesick, my standard reply was: "Not really, but one thing I do miss is the food!"
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