- Food & Drink
The turning of the year is marked, for me, by food events. An excess of chocolate and fruit buns at Easter, an upswing of apple pies and crumbles in autumn, a glut of mincemeat at Christmas. For the last four years the start of summer has been marked by a huge ice cream binge at Ben and Jerry’s Sundae on the Common.
The first year it happened, I cycled down to Clapham Common, had 14 scoops of free ice cream and was not sick afterwards – a turning point in my gluttonous journey towards death. This year, by contrast, I had just the five scoops. Clearly I am a grown up girl now.
In fact, I started the day with a mezze plate (pictured above), a choice only an adult would make at a festival of free ice cream. Or at any festival where there are hot dogs, chips and pizza available. Needless to say, it was a mistake. The houmous contained so much lemon juice and so little anything else that it was actually refreshing. The salads were a bland selection of textures rather than flavours, the pitta bread so much industrial processed pap and the olives were so salty it was as if the gods of food had seen what was being served up in the mezze platter and gathered around the olives tub to have a good old cry.
Let this be a lesson to you: do not make grown up choices when it comes to food. Go for the ice cream and chips.
As for ice cream, I had Mint Choc Chip, Chocolate Fudge Brownie (twice – the queue was the shortest), Baked Alaska and Jamaican Me Crazy. The best was obviously the Mint Choc Chip, which is always the best flavour of ice cream and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. The worst was the Baked Alaska, which helpfully contained all the downsides to Ben and Jerry’s ice cream – way too sweet, enormous chunks of chocolate for choking on, cloying flavour combinations, generally makes you feel a bit sick.
My new rule for ice cream this summer: no more than two flavours at a time. Sometimes grown up limits have to be imposed.