I busy myself with these thoughts, but the scene changes and I am flying over the city. My food ideas transform. I can hardly imagine the countless number of restaurants, cafes, and pubs that must be under me this very second. A top chef prepares his kitchen for the evening’s illustrious dinner, a young couple sits at a little outdoor table, and their hands mindlessly bring espresso and toast to their lips. And the hundreds and hundreds of people walk through the streets and in and out of the tube station, a quick breakfast to go at hand. And it’s the variety that astounds me. In a city this large and diverse, very corner seems to hold some sort of Asian, Indian, Italian, or countless other cuisines.
And it is at this very point that I realize the true scope of this independent study. This “English” food culture extends from a very distant past to a very lively present with changes and innovations emerging every step of the way. It will not only be an adventure to a multitude of eating locations but a trip throughout history, extending back to the days I can scarcely imagine. Though I’m sure that my schedule for the next few days will put my eating in the category of “shove food in my mouth as fast as I can so I can move on to the next thing on my itinerary,” hopefully I can really get to work, and best of all, get eating once I get acclimated. But now the flight attendant is bringing me a pitiful packaged muffin and weak coffee, so I must go, and I’ll be back with you once I’m FINALLY on land. So from this moment forth, let the feasting begin, but maybe a nap first!