1. Chorizo. On anything. In anything. What else is going to make the fat in your pan go orange? Or what else am I going to snack on raw even when himself tells me off for doing so? Washed down with a litre of sangria it’s heaven. 
2. Tzatziki. The cooling dip that sorts you out even when you’re sweating and cranky on the most humid Greek Island. I must resist the temptation not to slather it on my sunburn.
3. French cheese. Soft, white, creamy and left out for longer than any Englishman would dare to dream. Left out long enough to climb onto your crusty bread. Or if you’re feeling like a meff and faux-continental, just schmear Borsin onto a Tuc biscuit! Zoubisoubisou.
4. Spaghetti Bolognese. If this wasn’t a thing ,then we wouldn’t have eaten one night a week in the 90s.
5. Gravalax. A pretentious one but the Swedes are the only people who really get me. When I say really get me, I mean how much I like dill and Abba.
6. Croque monsieur. The chic way to eat cheese on toast. Like sunglasses and a metre-wide hat chic.
7. So called ‘peasant’ stews such as Coq au Vin. The continentals know how to cook cheap but extremely well. 
8. Guinness. Let’s not forget what our green island neighbours have given us. ‘Slainte’ my friends. In fact, all tasty European booze from Champange to Uozo. Apart from Limocello- that’s one for team Brexit.
9. German sausage. Danke my sauerkraut-loving neighbours and see you in July.
10. Dessert. Nothing like a British stodgy pud with a Sunday roast. However, the Europeans invented puddings you get to hit with a spoon- the creme brûlée makes you feel like you’re smashing glass and the panna cotta makes you feel like you’re tapping Kim Kardashian’s bottom. 

I am aware that I will still be able to eat these things should we leave on Thursday. However, I want to cook and eat this stuff knowing I’m part of it. Therefore, my belly wants to remain.