A messy burger, a lemon posset, and a carrot cake that changed my life.
Honestly? I don’t think I can pick just one. Food’s one of those things that’s all about timing. Mood. Season. Whether you’re hungry-hungry or just wandering past the kitchen looking for something to “accidentally” eat.
That said, a few front-runners come to mind…
The Northamptonshire Gluten Free Food Festival last weekend was packed with amazing food. I’m still dreaming about some of the things I tried — and that’s saying something, considering I usually have trust issues with food I didn’t cook myself. It was the rare kind of day where being coeliac didn’t mean missing out. I got to just… eat. Freely. Happily.
Then there was the burger. Not from the festival — this was a different beast entirely. A summer weekend, sat outside, holding a fully loaded, messy, glorious burger that I 100% should not have worn a white T-shirt for. Crispy bacon, melted cheese, caramelised onions, sticky sauce… and a gluten-free bun that held its shape.
But delicious doesn’t always mean big or fancy. Sometimes it’s pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, eaten in pyjamas on a Sunday morning. Or a perfect peach, too juicy to eat anywhere but over the sink. Or a tiny lemon posset at the end of a scorching day — cold, creamy, and just the right size to feel smug after.
When winter hits, it’s all about comfort. A bubbling gluten-free lasagne, eaten straight from the dish. Or a shepherd’s pie with mash so golden you pause to admire it before diving in. (Just me?)
I also have a deep and meaningful relationship with baked Camembert — garlic, rosemary, gooey in the middle, dunked into with roast potatoes or bits of crusty GF bread. It’s indulgence with zero shame.
And then there’s dessert. Oh, dessert.
White chocolate brownie — fudgy and slightly too rich in the best way.
Then a Proper New York cheesecake — dense, creamy, and ideally with something sharp on the side to cut through it.
Moist carrot cake with thick cream cheese icing — none of that dry sponge nonsense. I want it to cling to the roof of my mouth like it’s paying rent.
I could also add salted caramel anything to this list — tart, ice cream, sauce on a spoon… doesn’t matter. I’m not picky.
So yeah — I can’t give you one answer. But I can say this: the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is always the one that fits the moment. And ideally, it’s gluten free, slightly indulgent, and just messy enough to need a napkin. Or three.
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