Corporate conferences held halfway round the world are always great. Not only do you get to travel to meet your counterparts from all over the world and if you are lucky, travel in business class to get there.

In compensation to being cooped up for 8 hours straight, listening to 30 people over 3 days and having to digest a gazillion numbers of powerpoint slides, you not only get to do lots of we-fies and pictures to prove that you are there, you also get fed.All.the.time.

And believe you me, we did  get fed really, really well; throughout the day, almost hour on the hour. During the mandatory breaks, we get to feast on unlimited supply of sweets,  sugared and caffeinated beverage the entire time such that we hyper-ventilate from all the sugar goodness.

If that is not enough, you are then held accountable to join in some fancy dinner with more super awesome fine-dining and crazy company to wrap up the day. To which, dinner will always get extended into the wee hours of the morning for more networking opportunities. For some, it would just be in time to saunter into the next day’s session and only to be repeated again for several days.

A foodie like me would never complain if there’s a constant supply of food, but I do have a problem with the impending consequence of being in such conferences because they make me fat. I would always eat too much, more than I usually world because…my eyes are usually bigger than my stomach.

I would, mostly continue stuffing my face at every break even though I have had a good, hearty breakfast. It’s only because the spread of food and snacks usually are just too good to say no to.

I can’t help it – I am weak.  I just want to have a little taste of  everything that I see.

So.  No Fabulous Friday Flavour Feature last week (and possibly this week too as I’ll be travelling again), because for 4 straight days, I have been really busy stuffing my face, full-on, with really good stuff!

I call it as my way of getting some food inspiration.

Not only do I get to feast at the hotel throughout the day, and for dinner, we were taken to some super cool restaurants in Budapest that served only phenomenal food. My only gripe is that when I said I don’t eat pork, they gave me a vegetarian meal. No meat meals make me grumpy! Surprisingly though, the beetroot risotto did not taste half as bad as I thought it would be.

I did not manage to snap every single food served because after the first or second course, I got busy stuffing my face and forgot about wanting to take any pictures.  By the time I remembered, my plate was empty!

These pictures below will give you some sense of Hungarian goodness I have been exposed to in my 4 days in Budapest. My waistline has definitely expanded by a couple of inches since then. I bet they will make you drool!

I have purposely left out the famous Hungarian Goulash from this post, simply because that would require a dedicated post in itself.

Stay tuned.