On the beach this weekend a little huddle of stalls sprang up out of nowhere and a street food festival was born. Street food? My mind drifted away from the beach and over to England, to Camden Market to be precise. I remembered the tantalising aromas wafting through the crowds, thai noodles, curries, greek kebabs, burgers and sweet and sour stir-fry. What classified as Italian street food? I wandered around the stalls to have a look.
The sicilians speciality was the cannolo. A crisp hollow fried pastry shell is filled with a smooth cream made from ricotta, sugar and chocolate chips. Skye edged nearer the stand and was eventually rewarded with a freshly filled mini cannolo. I knew I could get one too if I tried, so I batted my eyelashes at the chef and said, "you know, the one time I went to Sicily I brought back 36 cannoli for the people I worked with and they ate them all so fast that I never had time to even try one!" I was swiftly handed two of the delicious little pastries.
Moving on I found a traditional Neoplitan stand displaying o'musso e'puorco which translates as 'muzzle of pig'. Sounds tempting right? Of course in typical Italian fashion it is not that simple though. It is actually the head of a cow, skinned, chopped up and boiled. You can squeeze some lemon on it for extra yum factor. I moved on swiftly, not batting my eyelids at anyone.
Another local stand displayed arancini di riso, balls of sticky rice with a centre filled with mincemeat and melting mozzarella, and fried pizza. Just as I was about to lose hope of finding something less Italian I heard an extremely loud, unmistakeable wailing sound. I peered around the corner and came face to face with two men in tartan kilts puffing away on a pair of bagpipes. I looked at the stand next to them and smiled, "Fish and Chips". So as the sun set on the beach I sat on a deckchair eating traditional British fish and chips with vinegar and ketchup, listening to the bagpipes play behind me.