Famously, Kate Moss’s favourite food is ‘skinny feels’. Please do excuse my ignorance, but I don’t know what ‘skinny feels’ actually are, perhaps some kind of hipster take on french fries? ANYWAY, whatever they are, since hearing this pronouncement many years ago, I have thought about it reasonably regularly, and always after a particularly great meal.…Is she absolutely sure?
“I wonder if Kate has ever eaten a katsu curry?” I have pondered, while pouring the delightful tangy sauce over the crispy golden chicken.
“Maybe she just doesn’t have a sweet tooth” I’ve thought as I devour the first, warmed mince pie of the season, dusted with cinnamon sugar and drizzled with thick Cornish double cream.
“Mossy must surely be a vegetarian…” I have concluded, while tucking into a perfectly cooked steak, finished with Roquefort butter and side of salted triple cooked chips.
As I have never tried ‘skinny feels’ I can’t guarantee that what I am about to purport is correct, so once again, I’ll ask you to excuse me for my ignorance, and just go along with it for the sake of this post.
Things that I reckon probably taste better than skinny feels:
- While hungover: A juicy, burger on a brioche bun topped with red onion, gherkins and smoked cheese with side of salivatingly salty skinny fries.
- Slow cooked beef massaman curry with crushed peanuts sprinkled over the top, and a big steaming dish of jasmine rice, washed away with a bottle of condensation-inducingly cold Chang beer.
- Crepes. Specifically buckwheat galettes, from France, slightly crispy round the edges, topped with blue cheese, walnuts and celery, a light sprinkling of black pepper, with a bowl of cool Breton cidre.
- The perfect combination of dark, sticky caramelised onions and goats cheese on top of crisp toasted bread.
- I’ve already mentioned it, but STEAK.
- Irradescant Portuguese sardines. Grilled with a sharp squeeze of lemon, some oil, a tomato.
- Roast dinner. Always tasting better when cooked by your mum and served with your whole family. (I mean, the family are all there, they’re not a side dish).
- The salty sweetness of a classic pissaladière with a fresh green salad.
- Cake. A slice of moist (sorry) carrot cake, with cream cheese frosting and a sprinkling of walnuts, made by your favourite person and served on your birthday morning with a big mug of freshly brewed coffee.