Toby Dunn relives some of his finest, unusual, and sometimes disgusting food choices on climbing trips over the years.
I enjoyed this. Most entertaining, and I don't envy some of the food choices!
Good article. I look forward to a 1980s nostalgia piece about surviving a weekend of Clachaig bridies and late Sunday night fish supper from the Ben Fong.
My first Andouillette and Tete de Veau in France are seared into my memory, (in a good way, I've had many more since) and I'll never forget the first pork shoulder in Spain that was bleeding all over the plate; "This is how we eat it." It's how I eat it now as well.
> I enjoyed this. Most entertaining, and I don't envy some of the food choices!
I enjoyed it too, like all the pieces by Toby I've read so far.
Thank you very much for the appreciation, I enjoyed reading the experiences above as well. I think that everyone has eaten some pretty interesting things on climbing trips, good, bad and truly repulsive.
Had Andouillette in Roscoff waiting for the ferry home. Now I'm a fan of offal and willing to try anything and so I tried this. Lets just say that the time betwixt forking the rancid, honking chitterling sausage in to my mouth and it exploding out of me via both available exits was very, very short and my apologies for the state of the toilet to the café owner were profuse.
Rick Stein loves it by all accounts!
Great article though Toby!
Great article. Thanks Toby. I remember a mate buying some pig's cheese in Mallorca (pack had a picture of a pig on it) to go with his baguette. Much mirth resulted when it turned out to be a pack of lard!
Reminds me of the trying to get a refund for some cakes we bought at a cafe near Siurana which had a good strong whiff of cats piss about them. The smell made us all wretch but the cafe owner took a long sniff and looked at us blankly exclaiming that there's nothing wrong with them.
> Great article. Thanks Toby. I remember a mate buying some pig's cheese in Mallorca (pack had a picture of a pig on it) to go with his baguette. Much mirth resulted when it turned out to be a pack of lard!
That's a brilliant one! Although at least he could have fried the bread in it later...