PILCHARDS ON TOAST: SOMETIMES THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE BRING THE MOST PLEASURE
For the last few days I have been, shall we say, living it large as I travelled up to Scotland for the launch of Glenfiddich's astonishing 50 year old whisky (post soon to come) While I was there amongst all the proper whisky experts, I was incredibly well taken care of with great food and, of course, lots and lots of superb Scotch to sample.
However, just as I found when I was on the road for a year and as I am finding now with research for EATING FOR BRITAIN, most of the time my cravings are not for fine dining, smart restaurants or even eating out at all.
Right now, after a week on the road, all I wanted for lunch was something comforting. It could have been scrambled eggs, it could have been as simple as a bowl of chicken soup or it could have been a thick bacon sandwich.
For some reason, however, when I awoke this morning, I had a huge craving for Pilchards on toast. I have no idea why and I cannot actually recall the last time I felt the urge to open a tin and heat up its contents. But, there it was and a short shopping trip to Waitrose later for a tin of Cornish Pilchards and some rye bread, my meal was ready.
Bloody lovely it was too and it reminded me, if I needed reminding, that sometimes, the most pleasure can be found in the most simple of things.
Now, I wonder how it might go with that £10,000 Whisky?