Peloton Plates

We’re a committed bunch. If not pedalling, we’re probably preparing. Cycling is a lifestyle that requires a constant dedication to washing kit, mapping routes and maintaining our bikes. It’s also a commitment to food. Food is fuel, recovery and the team reward in the middle of a long ride. In a sport that can sometimes be uncontrollable, our chosen meals can feel like a much needed comfort blanket. Below are a list of ten ride feasts that have been some of the most memorable over the past few years, followed by a delicious photo grid celebrating the best of the rest.

01 Post ride: Home-made oreo birthday cake

During the KPP winter photoshoot, we sat around a rustic table in a cosy wholesome cottage to celebrate Emma’s birthday. Our glasses were filled with prosecco and gin (sometimes mixed) as we enjoyed an oreo birthday cake lovingly baked by Lara. Sweet perfection.

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02 Mid ride: Free haribo

After a challenging 70km, we turned up to a closed cafe. Our hanger (hunger induced anger) directed us towards what Google Maps confirmed was the top rated tea shop in the area (Godstone Tea Rooms). We were welcomed with eggs piled as high as our spirits and gifted free haribo. Unplanned perfection.

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03 Post ride: Salt and shandies

We’d completed a mammoth day riding and climbing our way around Mallorca. At the finish line we ordered several plates worth of salted crisps and beers to enjoy in the sun. After what felt like a lifetime, the goods arrived and it was quite possibly the most fulfilling post ride meal I’ve ever had. Salty perfection.

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04 Mid ride: Wholesome Holmfirth

Not planning your coffee stop can be down right dangerous. But when you do stumble across the perfect place, it leads to incomparable delight. After a morning of type II fun around the Yorkshire hills, we discovered a British pub fit with beer garden and serving hearty, tasty AF, sandwiches. Unintentional perfection.

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05 Mid ride: Cheese straws in Surrey

Riding 150km solo on a hangover is not recommended. I completely bonked 70km in which resulted in me sitting pathetically with a picnic of cheese straws, Ribena and carrot cake trying to convince my mind that the world wasn’t about to end. Pastry perfection.

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06 Post ride: Flapjack finish

After riding Rapha Manchester to London (350km in a day) I returned home a little tipsy (from the post ride champagne) and a lot hungry. It was nearly midnight and I shamelessly sat on my kitchen floor crossed legged and poured the contents of a Flapjack bag into my mouth. ‘What a mess’ perfection.

07 Mid ride: Fried egg and halloumi sandwich

On a freezing cold day in Essex, I introduced Emma to the life changing concept of fried egg and halloumi sandwiches. It was a shared moment of absolute gratitude for this salty duo paired with hot chocolate in polystyrene cups. Unglam perfection.

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08 Pre-ride: ScouseTour pub breakfast

We planned a micro adventure to ride from London to Liverpool, starting from a pub in Waterloo station - the only place open at that hour. We sat with our saddle bag balanced bikes and devoured a brilliantly British breakfast. Pub perfection.

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09 Post race: World Cup contentment

After racing at Hog Hill one weekend, I received a text from a friend that said ‘We’re in east London watching the world cup. Fancy it?’ Sweaty helmet hair and still in my race lycra, I rode over and enjoyed houmous, pitta, veg and cider whilst watching England make it through to the semi finals. Al fresco perfection.

10 Pre ride: Etape hotel room breakfast

During huge days on the bike, and in particular organised events, you soon realise that finding your calories and fuel won’t be via artisanal bread and perfectly poached eggs. On the morning of the Etape, the hotel breakfast wasn’t open yet so we made overnight oats in a leftover McDoanlds cup. Gloopy porridge inperfection.

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It’s common to hear Simon Sinek’s often cited belief that ‘leaders eat last’. If cycling has taught me one thing, it’s ‘good people should eat together’ and enjoy the primal instinct to bond over a hearty meal. Our peloton plates are not just about refilling our engines but about filling our hearts with meaningful memories and calorie fuelled connection. Meals that last forever (which is significantly longer than hungry cyclists are used to). Bon appetite.

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