Pork Cheeks and Buffalo Milk Ice Cream

Sorry, US.  You can take a lesson from the Brits about how to run a food festival.  The annual Taste of London restaurant festival was held yesterday in Regent’s Park, just a few blocks from Beloved Daughter’s flat.  A mind boggling array of restaurants and pubs were represented.  Many of them had created charming outdoor eating areas.  One pub used their own furniture (bar included) to create what looked like their actual pub without the walls or roof.  Life in the Boomer Lane is a total foodie when it comes to anything a typical eight-year-old would consume, if left to his own devices.  This is not to say she didn’t appreciate the amazing fare, things like pork cheeks (melt-in-your-mouth) and scrambled eggs made with truffle paste (breakfast will never be the same again).  But after a short while of consuming culinary wonders  she found herself scanning the horizon for the gelato stalls.

While the adults searched out real food, she took Beloved Grandson on a dessert hunt.  And then she saw it: A Buffalo Milk Ice Cream stall.  LBL loves buffalo anything. The animal, not the city.   Since she was a Plains Indian in several past lives (This is her blog.  She can write anything she wants to), she is naturally drawn to buffalo. She has been within a few feet of a real live buffalo.  She love buffalo burgers.  She favors old nickels.  She has never heard of buffalo milk ice cream.

She asked for a sample.  Coffee, to be exact.  The world stood still.  Her taste buds started singing love songs from 1930’s musicals.  She was told that the coffee flavor wasn’t being marketed yet, so they were only giving samples.  LBL loves the Brits.  She was given four (or was it five?) humongous samples that approximated a half gallon in volume.  Beloved Grandson stared at LBL, bug-eyed,  from his stroller.  Even he was appalled.

LBL (aka NeNe) didn’t care. Just don’t tell NeNe’s secrets.  There are sure to be many more to come.