In Iceland, Mary ate the little lamb.

In Iceland, Mary ate the little lamb.

Sheep head from Mýrin Mathús Reykjavik

I came to Iceland partly for the natural wonders and partly for the bizarre food.

The natural beauty of the place has left me slapping myself, silly whilst the hunt for traditional Icelandic fare has been bordering on frustrating.

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NOLA: After the flood, comes the food.

NOLA: After the flood, comes the food.

New Orleans Flood

Mother Nature has unravelled my plans in majestic fashion a few times.

Set to tick off a bunch of NOLA dishes on Saturday night, alas we were flooded in… The 6 inches in less than an hour downpour saw us wade through raw sewerage to get back to the hotel… turns out restaurants can’t be open when they are a foot deep in poop, who knew!?!

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The Chicken Wings from Hell (aka Sydney)

The Chicken Wings from Hell (aka Sydney)

Ghost pepper chicken wings
6 Ghost Pepper coated wings.

I’ve only just recovered from trying the Palace Hotel Ghost Chilli Chicken Wing Challenge in Sydney.

I spent the night of the challenge in special amounts of pain on the couch, willing my stomach to stop trying to eat itself and most of yesterday wishing my stomach had been successful so other regions didn’t have to deal with it :/

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The Misty’s Diner Burger Challenge.

The Misty’s Diner Burger Challenge.

I’m breaking up with burgers. Specifically, I’m breaking up with burger challenges.

Or challenges of any kind that involve things like bread and cheese. Why? You may want to sit down for this. The Hungry Ginger is allergic to Gluten. On top of that … I’m also Lactose Intolerant. Seriously mother nature what the F$%&?

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To market, to market … when in Munich

To market, to market … when in Munich

My meanderings through various cities inevitably lead me to the city market.

ViktualienMarkt
ViktualienMarkt

I find markets to be places where you can always find a plethora of local food that you mightn’t always get from a restaurant. I’m a believer that you can’t really experience a country until you eat it. A market is a great place to start.

The ViktualienMarkt in Munich is a gourmet foodies paradise. Stalls line the streets filled with rows upon rows of Bavarian specialities, as many kinds of wurst as you can poke a sausage at, cheese wheels that are the size of small children, bakeries stacked full of bread, pretzels also the size of small children and fruit and veg stands bursting with the season’s latest (white asparagus right now).

Munich markets are not really a place for a vego … though who really knows what’s in all those sausages anyway?

Pretzel Turd anyone?
Pretzel Turd anyone?

Speaking of sausages, you can have any kind of sausage you want. Dried black sausages, white sausages, spicy sausages and even pretzel “breze” sausages. I had to try a breze salami, if only because it looked like a pretzel shaped turd. It was ok. Honestly, just like salami, only turd shaped.

Have you ever heard of a rollmop?

I squealed with delight when I saw these at the fishmongers. If you haven’t tried one then you’re seriously missing out, though the taste and texture is somewhat of an … acquired taste.

The cross section of a rollmop
The cross section of a rollmop

A rollmop is a piece of pickled herring rolled (hence the name) around a gherkin or pickle. Usually they are pinned together with toothpicks and you eat them cold. If you’re a fan of pickles then I’d recommend you try them. Just hold your nose as the pickling and fish smell can be a little nosey.

Cold. Pickled. Fish and gherkin. mmm

The best kind of lunch
The best kind of lunch

I could have walked around forever eating all the goods in the Markt but a couple of bread rolls with Blood speck (bacon) and Paprika speck sausages in them, a rollmop and a litre of beer to wash it down makes for a great bargain lunch.

Plus a poo shaped salami.