I Crumbled for Humble Crumble, Humbly

I have decided after going to Borough Market that I am plagued with the curse of indecisiveness. It felt like I spent more time panicking over which cuisine to eat than trekking from America to the UK. Immediately overwhelmed with options, I paced through alley after alley, scrutinizing menus, sniffing my heart out, and grunting with distress. I don’t think I looked down once, so I am sure I stepped on at least one Brit’s shoes.

One thing about me is a love a good curry. Any and all types. I crave spice in my bones. However, I realized that every dish I had gotten before Borough Market on this trip was some type of curry, whether that be Indonesian or Carribean, so I set a standard for myself to step out of my comfort zone. I told Shawn to hold me accountable and to say, “No, Eden,” if I said I was going to get curry. I was so indecisive almost to the point of tears, and seeing an authentic Thai curry booth did not help my decision in the slightest.

After waltzing around the Market like a headless chicken, I gave myself three options: Indian, Iraqi, or Japanese. I had never in my life seen Iraqi food and was overjoyed by the thought of it. However, after careful thought, I decided against it because I am not the biggest fan of lamb. Also, although the Japanese looked delicious, it is very easy to find Japanese food in the States. I decided on Indian because I know that there is a large population of Indian citizens in England, so I knew the food would be delicious and have heart.

I ordered something that I cannot remember the name of, and which I tried my darndest to pronounce, and found it very delicious. It was like a paneer panini with a chickpea mixture inside and a chickpea and onion salad. I felt a little bit extra American when I ordered it, but they knew exactly what I wanted and had great customer service. I watched them make it on a skillet, which was interesting and came out quickly. It was scrumptious, but I felt myself swelling to the point of un-comfortability, so I saved the rest to give to Louis, or the “food trashcan.” Finding a place to sit was hard, which would be one of my complaints about the market. More tables and chairs, please! It would also be nice for them to have a bigger bathroom than just a single stall(because you know how long the ladies always are), but you win and lose some.

I absolutely had to try this dessert place called Humble Crumble that I had read about on the internet, so I splurged and got a rhubarb crumble, topped with frozen custard. My tastebuds were happy, but my bank account was not. What I loved most about the dessert was the mixture of texture and temperature: hot fruit at the bottom, crunchy crust in the middle, and smooth, cold cream on top. What I have noticed about being here is that a lot of things are less sugary than they are in America, which I enjoyed because the sweetness was not overwhelming.

It was very exciting to see all the food from different cultures– food from Tel Aviv? ARE YOU KIDDING ME! So cool. It is one of those things I would have probably never experienced without going on this trip. Did I drop a lot of money on overpriced food? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Enjoy this picture of the before and after me humbling crumbling. Trust me, it was good.