‘The last supper’. Such a peculiar thought. When we enter this world mewling and puking, our first mouthfuls are the same. But after a lifetime of different experiences our ‘last suppers’ are so diverse….
I’m not a big fan of cupcakes. They taste of sweetness. With a lingering aftertaste of guilt.
I’d take cheese over chocolate, and a sausage roll over sweeties. So if I am going to have a little afternoon nibble of something with a cup of tea, then this is my favourite kind of snack – it’s fruity and oaty and tastes of more than just sugar….
I love ice cream.
It’s not a whimsical affair, not just a fad—it’s not like I enjoy a scoop of vanilla from time to time, but I’m full on infatuated with all colours and creed—sorbets, sundaes, syrups…the whole works.
So, imagine my excitement when I heard that Häagen-Dazs is looking for an official Taste Testing assistant.
You know that feeling when fate crops up, and your destined path in life suddenly becomes so clear. Everything I’ve done up until now has been building to this moment.
I was so excited, I couldn’t help but write job application in rhyming couplets, so please, please take just one second of your time to CLICK ON MY FACE (Rachel S) because I need as many votes for this glorious, wonderful dream to become a reality.
My ice cream poem
I work for a magazine and write a blog called ‘The Food I Eat’,
And I cook in a pop up restaurant you can find on Chapel Street.
I honed my expert palette working in the spirits industry
Where I learned how to taste whiskies and make a damned good G&T.
…but I’m looking for my big break, and Häagen-Dazs really floats my boat,
So please take a second to click on me because I’d really love your vote.
Any food blogger worth their salt seems to be playing around with ndjua at the moment, so when I came across the glistening meaty log at Broadway market last week, I couldn’t resist jumping on the band wagon myself. And what a super jump it was….