Ahhhhhhh, food. ‘Tis a glorious thing.
This post is probably going to seem like it clashes a bit with my previous post about my eating disorder, but as I mentioned in that same post, I am in a much better place right now, mentally and physically, in terms of my relationship with food.
So, let’s dive in, shall we?
Since I have a lot of digestion issues with dairy, and dairy seems to conveniently be in everything, I am somewhat limited in terms of what I can consume on a daily basis. But, I will not be defeated, and I have found alternatives to navigate around my highly irritating lactose intolerance.
Don’t get me wrong, I would kill for a DQ Blizzard some days.
In terms of international cuisine, I would have to say that my favourite is Mexican. Everything about Mexican cuisine gets me going; the colours, the rich and bold flavours, the fact that you can eat salsa with and on everything and not be judged for it… I think you get the point.
Italian is a close runner up, though. I am a carb feign and anything bread or pasta affiliated has my attention.
My Dad is Hungarian, so Hungarian cuisine is also a favourite of mine. One dish in particular that literally tastes as though it was made by the hands of angels is called chicken paprikash with nokedli, which is essentially chicken that has been heavily spiced with seasonings like paprika and garlic, served over top of dumpling-type-noodle-things. I mean, come on.
Another really insanely delicious Hungarian dish is called Beigli, which is basically a poppy seed roll made with really rich yeast bread. A variation of Beigli has walnut as a filling, which is equally scrumptious.
If you ever have the opportunity to try some Hungarian cuisine, please do! I promise it will rock your world.
Thanks for reading