WE'RE HEADING BACK HOME FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 21 MONTHS. I AM GOING TO EAT MY BODY WEIGHT IN CUMBERLAND SAUSAGES WITH MASH AND RED ONION GRAVY. I AM GOING TO STUFF THE BEAN WITH CRUMPETS.
All of which means there's no meal plan this week. We're just going to be eating whatever we find in the fridge and the freezer, whilst dreaming of all the yummy things we've been missing out on for almost two years:
sausages & mash (did I mention I want sausages & mash?)
a decent Indian curry
wholemeal bread, scones with jam, crumpets with melty cheddar, hot cross buns with butter, OH GIVE ME GLUTEN
chicken katsu curry at Wagamama's (which isn't in the least bit authentic I KNOW but it's damn tasty)
milk chocolate digestives
CEREAL OH MY GOD DECENT CEREAL
gallons and gallon of tea (okay I have that here, but my stash is running low so I've been having to ration it)
I know what you're thinking now (unless you're a British expat too). Woman! you're thinking. What is wrong with you. You live in Italy, do I even need to tell you the food is great?
No. You're right. It is great. But you simply can't help missing the weirdest things about home.