China, for travel writer Barbara Ramsay Orr, was a banquet of endless variety and complexity, with surprises and challenges and pleasures along every path.
Barbara Ramsay Orr
“Sorry. I think I ate your bacon sandwich.”
The tiny Australian woman didn’t look particularly sorry. I had been delayed by a construction slowdown on the tube and missed the first stop on the Eating London’s East End Food Tour. I managed to catch up with the group at The English Restaurant on Brushfield Street, where they were tucking in to servings of warm bread and butter pudding. I think the Australian would have eaten my pudding too if I had arrive a minute later.
To Barbara Ramsay Orr, authentic Spanish paella is amazing. Not to say that other versions are wrong or bad, she says, but there is a certain sincerity and honesty and attention to the quality of ingredients about the original that is very satisfying.
It’s 4pm and Puerto Vallarta’s late afternoon sun still heats the cobbled streets and bounces off the white walls of buildings. Travel writer Barbara Ramsay Orr is about to take a cooking class with one of Mexico’s rising culinary stars, Chef Miriam Flores.