Strange cravings and rice pudding

It's odd, now that I'm not in the UK, I find myself missing things that have never been especially important to me.

On Friday as part of my trip into the city I definitely wanted to pay a visit to Barcelona's one and only Bagel shop.  I can't remember the last time I ate a bagel in the UK, but making sure I had half a dozen on Friday for the weekend suddenly seemed very important.

There are the obvious things that I knew I would miss but our vast amounts of luggage when we left meant that I didn't bring any of them with me.  I know they will taste all the sweeter when I do finally get to eat them again...

Baked beans
Salt & vinegar crisps
Marmite
Flapjacks
Tabasco sauce
Sliced bread - you can buy it here but the size of each piece of bread is about enough for two bites, and in most cases the crust has been removed.  Eating anything here with the skin on is just considered to be wrong.  I'm eyed with enormous suspicion when I bite into an apple or a peach.  "Man alive, she's eating the skin." 

That said, my mother-in-law has just made me a rice pudding and I've been ordered up the road to go and eat.  Rice pudding is something which I've always associated with being very British.  But rice here is the food of the Gods and they do know how to make a good one, even if it will inevitably be served cold.