This blog is supposed to be about food, and one's struggle to eat the right type thereof. It's not about holidays. Having got those reproving remarks, aimed of course at Fatfighter2, out of the way, I can now freely go on to describe the food I've been eating on holiday.
We've been staying for a week in Pangkor Laut, just off the west coast of Malaysia, where the food was fish, fish and more fish, fresh as you like, and cooked simply and beautifully. There were essentially three types of cuisine on offer: fish Malaysian-style; fish Chinese-style, and, erm, fish. Dull though this sounds, it was actually wonderful, and it was remarkably easy to fancy that you were eating healthily. Couple this with world-beating exercise every day, either in the gym, or on the tennis court, or in the swimming pool (if my crap thrashing could be described as exercise) and it was actually a pretty healthy holiday, apart from the bottle of wine (at least) every night.
I hope it does not paint a completely appalling picture of my home life to say that the highlight of this holiday for me and J as a couple was that we managed to beat the all-comers record for paddling around the island in a canoe. (Fifty minutes, in case you're wondering.)
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Think about our poor readership (all two of them). How do you think they feel having to read about food all the time? No, I call this culinary tourism and feel no remorse.
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