Taking a break
Those who
know me well will tell you that I am a little bit addicted to condensed
milk. Not
condensed milk per se but condensed milk with peanut butter, either on toast or
as a sandwich. After forty odd years of it, not every day of course,
you would think I would be sick of it by now. Sure, I may go without it for years but
somewhere down the line, on an unassuming day, I’ll buy a tin, a jar of peanut
butter and I will literally eat it continuously until they are finished and will not
touch it again, well, until another unassuming day.
I
think this weird and wonderful combination will always remind me of my childhood. Growing up in Hong Kong, this was and still is a very popular treat. I can still picture it: sitting in the
local cafe, the smell of peanut butter with condensed milk melting on a warm
piece of thick toast...heavenly.
Over
the years I have tried various combinations: jam and condensed milk, toasted
cheese and condensed milk, even toasted cheese, jam and condensed milk! But for
me, the ultimate and the perfect marriage, is with peanut butter. Tesco here I come!
