My post-pregnancy dream feast

I’m 28 weeks into pregnancy now and recently I’ve been thinking a lot about something very important to me. Food.

I’m not talking quantity, I’ve managed to avoid eating for two although I can feel the snack urges creeping back up on me, I’m talking foods which I haven’t eaten since finding out I was expecting. And I’m now starting to dream about them.

So, considering I can think about nothing else at this moment in time, I’ve created my ideal three course menu to both torture myself and to pass to the husband, like a Christmas list, so he can prepare a post-baby feast of everything I can’t currently eat and drink. See it as a push present if you like, because right now there’s nothing I would love more.

Starter

Mussels in a white wine sauce with lots of crusty bread for dipping. With a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Please.

It’s a weird one for some people, I know, but I love mussels and it’s a rare occasion for me turn down a starter of mussels. I also rarely used to drink white wine but since being pregnant it’s the one alcoholic drink I’ve really wanted, which is odd.

The best mussels I’ve ever had was at a sea-front restaurant in Simons Town in Cape Town, where I was lucky enough to travel to for work. We sat in the sun looking out to the sea – I didn’t talk much because I was concentrating so hard on looking for a Great White Shark – and I ate the most amazing mussels with a glass or two of white wine.

Mussels while shark watching (or not, as it happened)
Mussels while shark watching (or not, as it happened)

A close second has to be a seafood feast with a carafe of white wine, in our favourite restaurant at the port of the Old Town of Dubrovnik, Croatia. It wasn’t a starter but maybe knock it down a portion size and we’d be on to a winner.

Seafood platter in Dubrovnik
Seafood platter in Dubrovnik

So yeah, either one of those just to get me started, please,.

Main Course

Fillet steak cooked medium rare, with chunky chips and a big glass of red wine – any type will do, just make it big, red and warm.

Steak feels like a real treat and when it’s done well (as opposed to well done) it’s a dream. The husband and I have a tradition of Christmas Eve Steak Night, we don’t go out or see anyone, we spend the evening at home and cook steak and drink with Prosecco and it’s my favourite tradition so far and one I’m determined to continue even when we have a houseful of children (well, two, tops).

Christmas Eve Steak Night for two
Last year’s Christmas Eve Steak Night for two

I’ve eaten some good steaks in the US, where as you can imagine portions are huge and the meat is good, but my favourite steak has to be at Alma De Cuba in my very own Liverpool. The sauce it comes with is a-mazing, and the fillet steak is juicy, good quality and always cooked perfectly. I didn’t get a photo, I was too busy eating it, but if you’re ever in Liverpool and want a special meal I can’t recommend Alma De Cuba enough for the food, venue, atmosphere and entertainment (Gospel Choir over Sunday brunch or Brazilian Dancers with Friday night cocktails).

Dessert

Cheese board, with extra brie, cranberry sauce and loads of crackers. And more red wine.

THIS.
THIS.

I’ve always been a sweet tooth girl, and both myself and the husband are chocolate monsters. As we’ve got older our palettes have matured (unlike our personalities) and cheese has taken more of a focus in our lives. And soft cheese is something I’ve missed over the last 28 weeks. Particularly soft, melty brie.

So for my ideal feast I’d have to replace the warm chocolate brownie or apple pie (both served with ice cream, FYI) for a cheese board with loads of brie, some sort of fruity sauce, grapes and plenty of crackers – there’s nothing more annoying than not enough crackers for your cheese. Except not enough toast with your pate. Middle class problems, hey.

I can’t say where my best cheese board has been as it’s not something I’ve ever ordered before, so maybe this is the start of a ‘new me’, a baby and a cheese board.

Me, upon being fed all the brie
Me, upon being fed all the brie

Doggy Bag

Realistically, this will all be a shock to my steak and brie-starved stomach, so I might not be able to finish it in one sitting. But waste not want not, foil it up for me and I’ll finish it later to relive the joy all over again.

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