With all these Christmas food adverts being shown at the moment I’m looking forward to eating some (okay all) of these beautiful foods.
You know, the desserts that are deep with beautifully defined layers that are nice and thick, oozing with cream and cake. The profiteroles that are large and filled to bursting. The perfectly velvet sauce that comes in generous quantities.
Then you get the table filled to capacity with party food stacked high with the suggestion each munificent plateful is one boxful.
Reality then hits. You open the box to find a shallow gateau with no definable layers, it’s just a squish. There’s enough sauce for a mouse, not gannets like my family.
You open the single box you buy for the buffet and there’s enough for a toddler and they’re minuscule rather than the ginormous size on the advert.
Then don’t get me started on pigs in blankets! This time it’s the price they’ve inflated. £5.50 for ten tiny pinkie finger size. Blimey.
Considering all that I’m having beans on toast and a French fancy for my Christmas lunch.
After my humorous look at food adverts (hopefully), I do wonder how food advertisers get away with unrealistic adverts. They just seem gluttonous to me, but I suppose realism doesn’t sell food.
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