Ok I’m going to be completely honest with you. I am writing this blog for entirely selfish reasons. The truth is, I’m on a diet and I don’t like it one bit. As a result, I have resorted to the somewhat sad means of perusing food blogs whilst watching Jamie Oliver and salivating in a way one should never salivate (think of a waterfall ladies and gents or a steady tap leak if you will). Instead of resisting the food obsession and quitting cold turkey, I’ve decided to embrace it and join the blogosphere.
So I have been living in Shanghai for the past nine months and in my time here have fallen in love with food. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been one to turn down anything (quote my mother: “nobody can wolf it like Prue”. I’m not sure whether to be proud or slightly mortified at that little comment written in the family Christmas letter one year). Despite my inherent lack of mastication, I love eating food whether it is from the snootiest of restaurants or the 7-11 down the road. It turns out Shanghai is the perfect place to do just that. With an expat population exceeding the 60,000 mark, I have found myself among an absolute plethora of the world’s cuisine (something I am not used to coming from sleepy Brisbane, Australia) and as it so happens, a plethora of guests very willing to dine out in style and foot the bill (again, not so common in Brisbane). Unfortunately, my time in Shanghai is coming to a close and I don’t want to leave without some documentation of the colossal amount I consumed here. I am a little porkier for the experience but honestly, some things are worth being fat for. On that note I end my first blog post with a tummy grumble and wishful thinking about Baker and Spice.
Toodlepip.
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