Barbados food part 1

So the crop circle book had a muted response, as expected, but a few people agreed it was beautifully written. The next book, well, don’t judge as they say.

Am sitting on the beach in Barbados listening to the waves crashing and watching some old folk bobbing up and down. Yesterday, there was a big group of old folk celebrating a 90th birthday – I think if I spent the winter in Barbados I might make it to 90 and would celebrate with some rum cake on the beach. Who wouldn’t? Husbant says these old folks are called ‘snowbirds’ as they flee the minuses in Canada and warm their bodies and souls in the Caribbean sunshine.

Quick note on the flight. There were celebrities of the driving type and acting type. The obligatory unknown salad which I never eat, and more eye-pleasing pudding which I always eat… prizes in the post for anyone who can identify the salad.

Watched a great new series called The Architect – Danish drama about, err, an architect. Try and watch it if you can. Worth a look.

Goddamn some surfers have turned up as the waves are lovely. That puts paid to my swimming. There are proper surf beaches here so not sure why they have turned up. Mind you, we were all body-boarding yesterday so maybe that annoyed some people. But, we only had one body board and so the only real disturbance was us laughing when someone got wiped out by an unexpected wave.

So to the food. I love the food here. I think the diet for most people who live here all the time isn’t so healthy. So. Much. Sugar. Husbant’s favourite drink is an extremely disgusting concoction called Plus. It’s hard to explain what it tastes like – comes in a bottle that looks like Sprite, not sure what colour it actually is as it is drunk straight from the bottle but definitely looks like it would turn your pee orange or green or blue.

Back to the food. The first night we wandered up the road and found a great restaurant called Sharkeys. Cold Banks beer and a plate of coconut shrimp and I was in heaven. I have tried not to order the shrimp each time we go out as I absolutely love it but I encourage the others to order it just so I can try it.

Bell had flying fish and mashed potato which reminded me of Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It was monumental.

We also ate at Cafe Luna which is in a lovely hotel called Little Arches near Miami beach. The food was so good and I was too eager to photo it – but I had a delicious crab crepe followed by a Bajan fish stew which was just the perfect level of spicy.

Spending the day at Miami beach, we opted for the local fried fishcakes which are just fantastic. Obviously unhealthy – more like a fish doughnut, but just perfect for a white sandy beach with turquoise sea on a blue Monday back home.

Last night, I decided to restrict myself to just one course as I wasn’t really feeling like Ursula Andress on the beach. So it was fish tacos. But I keep forgetting the portion sizes. They were delicious. I love eating food that makes you messy. And falls apart. Husbant eats everything with a knife and fork and sixteen napkins. That’s why we are a perfect couple. The second photo shows Connor eating his first barracuda and chips. Joy is everywhere.

Have to go as Husbant claims he has seen an osprey which has been blown over from Scotland and is eating all the fish in the sea in front of us. And I need a dip in the sea.

Be back soon!