I don't quite remember who proclaimed that 2010 was going to be the year of the Burrito in the UK, who ever said it, is not far off the mark.  Coming from the states where there is a burrito shack on every corner of Main Street USA I went into burrito withdrawal when I moved to the UK eleven years ago.  In the last few years London has seen a few burrito outposts popping up, some of them are rolling out great burritos and some of them.... Well not so.

My current favourite burrito joint is Tortilla. They have 4 locations in London serving up burritos that are filling, flavourful and excellent value.  I had the most disgusting burrito in my life from the Soho branch MexiCali. The meat was over salted, guacamole was slimy and the beans under cooked. Never again!  Over in Clerkenwell, Daddy Donkey has garnered a cult following, but I've yet get my mouth around their burrito.

Burritos are big business in the US.  Probably the god of the burrito chains is Chipotle.  They started out in my home state of Colorado, then spread like wild fire across the USA with millions of followers that worshiped in their house of burritos.

Before my first visit to the UK I thought that there was no such thing as great British food. I was given loads of valuable information by my (in their opinion) well traveled friends about the food in the UK. They issued warnings like 'Be prepared to be unimpressed, it's all so bland', 'The ketchup in the UK is strange' , 'They put butter, yes butter on every kind of sandwich', 'The only flavour of potato crisps you will find is salt and vinegar'

This sage advice advice had me contemplating packing food to avoid the potential starvation was dooming my travels. The year was 1998 and I was terrified of British Cuisine. Once on British soil I found most of the advice was rubbish. After about 10 years in the UK the only time that I've experienced bland British food is when it's been poorly executed. Any cuisine can suffer the same dreadful fate when left to uncaring hands.

Hold on, this rambling is not about about poorly executed food, But a celebration of Great British Food!

If you follow me on twitter you could probably tell from my tourettesque rants about Lost that I'm slightly obsessed with it. More like majorly obsessed! To the point of struggling to know how I will cope without it come May of this year. I guess I'll just have to re-watch it time after time in a dimly lit room sitting in a tear stained housecoat sipping coffee from a caffeine stained mug. Oh the depression that may ensue.

Watching the episode that was rather Kweon-centric it occured to me that of all the Asian food I love, I've not had any decent Korean. My First foray into Korean was in the American Midwest. With most things in the Midwest, unless it's down-home BBQ, it's not going to be a mega success even if it is Korean BBQ.

I had a mooch around on the Internet to see what was on offer in London in the way of Korean cuisine. The search led to several sites that had such horrendous music playing I quickly turned to expert advice rather than doing my own research. After a quick querie on twitter I asked my favourite restaurant obsessive she suggested two places. Purely out of location I picked Kobe.

What more could you ask for on a Saturday morning than a game a pin the tail on a tranny, buy a cupcake, pick up a vintage find, win some lovely jewelry and eat confections by yours truly!

If you came down the the Eat Your Heart Out Bring & Buy Fundraiser on Saturday the 10th of April you could have done that and more!   As with all things EYHO this was a avant-take on church hall fete.  All money raised went to support eight international unfunded artists. The funds enable them to continue to create new work for inclusive audiences across the UK.

EYHO founder Scottee invited me to join in the sale and I could not turn down the offer.  A bit of a major accident happened on the night before the Bring & Buy, Scottee fell off the stage at the Round House, so rather than hosting the event he was laid up in the hospital getting stitches and casts galore.  Myra Dubois and Ms Anabelle Sings did a wonderful job of hostessing the event.

There were stalls from selling vintage togs and jewelry from the likes of Tatty Devine, Phillip Normal, Rainbow Faggot and Bourgoise & Maurice. Art By James Unsworth & Ryan McClelland. The sweet tooth was catered for by Molly Bakes and some loud American known as ScottCanCook.

I began my love affair with samphire purely by accident.  I received it as a gift from a market fresh produce delivery company called Solstice. They used to have a handy little webshop that had almost everything gastronimic you could imagine. It was good enough to negate a trip to Borough Market and it's droves of food gawkers.

When I opened the punnet I was intrigued by the look of samphire. I took a bite of it raw and was completely hooked. Samphire is a coastal plant that grows in the sea marsh. Samphire has vibrant green stalks, akin to baby asparagus. In the states samphire is called sea bean. so seek it out! It has wonderfully crisp and fresh sea taste. I love it raw and lightly cooked.

This is a super speedy meal that gives the taste of dining alfresco next to the sea.