@Thunderfist, interesting, a lot of things I've not heard of though will bare it in mind if I come across a good tirkish place, albeit you did make me laugh when you talked about durrum in saudi, sinse Durham, up in north England is where I live myself and last I checked there wasn't a huge speciality community of middle eastern chefs up here . , . I can agree on fresh ingredients, especially rice actually sinse it changes drastically, the generic white dried stuff that's sold in mass produced packets over here isn't good, but a lot of places sell more speciality stuff, albeit I'll freely admit that sinse I live alone and don't cook for anyone but myself my cooking habbits are a wee bit lazy, stir fry or a curry is about the most elaborate thing I'll do.
I believe I had the spicy rolls your talking about in Egypt, though unfortunately I think they took down the spice level for us weedy westerners . I was certainly disappointed at the kofta, (which I'm probably horribly miss spelling), that is similar to a sausage but made of spiced meet, usually lamb I think, I know a chap who can make them properly and they take your head off, in egypt I think they skimped on the peppers .
Actually Thunderfist, if you've only been to London, you might have missed on the fresh stuff that is available elsewhere, particularly local butchers. My local butcher near to where my parents are is a perfect example, he cooks and cures all his own meets and when he makes a steak pie, it has huge chunks of beef! not just the mass produced rubbish, indeed a lot of British farmers regularly complain about such (a chap I went to school with was the son of a pork farmer and he'd always tell anyone at length about how much he disliked the european trading regulations that basically meant battery farms in countries where regulations were less strict about things like feeding pigs on random chemicals and keeping them in tiny cages were under cutting prices of British farmers, sinse such things are illegal over here).
As for me, I like many things, from propper steak, to a good roast, to a decent restaurant, generally anything cooked properly, although I'm much more a fan of actually hot, cooked stuff rather than cold salads, (it's a personal thing).
@Brad, that doesn't sound good, personally I don't bother with a gym sinse the nearest one to me is quite a ways, i just run each day for about 15 minutes, although I always tell people I'm an operatic tenor so I am allowed to be a fat geezer, ---- and eat lots of pasta! .
Seriously I do actually try to exercise, especially because of my singing.
@Datajake, I've had some pretty crazy meels at weerd times, especially when my sleep pattern decides to go bye bye, I've been known to cook a full meal at midnight or the like. aCtually there is a friend of mine who turns up, hits my kitchin like a bomb but always tries out random recipes on me for all sorts of things from venison stew with port, to beef wellington and even chilly. The problem is because he has the organization of a flee, our evenings usually involve him turning up at about 5 pm, the starter appearing at about 7, with perhaps some cheese and wine or similar at about 8-30. The main course he usually tries to plan to get cooked for 10, however it always ends up taking longer and has been known to turn up as late as half past one! we usually then sit around, listening to doctor who audios or just chatting and drinking port before coffee and some form of desert which can be any time between 2 and 4, with perhaps more coffee at 5.
Yes, my friend is a bit mad! When I went to watch the 3rd hobbit film with him at christmas, he produced a bottle of port, plus two actual wine glasses, and some bomaw wisky and a box of god knows how expensive chocolates!
Then again my concepts of breakfast are a little shaky anyway, mostly I have just a smoothy and some coffee and a banana, and some days just coffee, then I head to my nice sandwich place for brunch at around 10 Am and get myself an awesome toasty and one of their amazing cakes, usually withsome fresh juice, ---- well Reever needs at least a 40 minute walk and if that walk goes past the award winning sandwich place that was voted best in the northeast of England two years running, well that's not my! fault .
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)