more, and yet more, later flowers for the bees...
Autumn's overabundance so wonderfully described by Keats has come late to my tummy. In brief, in chronological order (luckily due to my huge laziness and late rising, I've been on two meals a day):
Full English breakfast at Story Deli - beautiful poached eggs, organic bacon, roasted tomatoes, mushrooms, sourdough toast...
Hugely decadent 'I cooked this, really' dinner all bought from the Fromagerie at Highbury Barn - fantastic real pesto with de Cecco spaghetti and marinated baby artichokes stirred in, goat cheeses and dry-cured French ham, a perfect tomato salad (the nearest I got to actually cooking was slicing them up, sprinkling them with thyme, salt and pepper and olive oil), moist and caraway-flavoured brown bread.
Pints of Pride, accompanied with good old English ranting (the art of passionate debate is one that America lacks).
Bacon sandwiches in bed with real English tea, sandwiched with sex.
Pints of Pride, accompanied with Arsenal-Portsmouth and shouts of 'Sol! my hero!'
Georgian (as in Russia, not next-door-to-Alabama) baked cheese and bean breads, followed with poussin in plum sauce, fried potatoes and spicy cabbage and carrot salad at Little Georgia.
More real bacon and egg sarnies. In-between bagels. Wyborowka vodka. Red wine. Mmmmm...
Full English breakfast at Story Deli - beautiful poached eggs, organic bacon, roasted tomatoes, mushrooms, sourdough toast...
Hugely decadent 'I cooked this, really' dinner all bought from the Fromagerie at Highbury Barn - fantastic real pesto with de Cecco spaghetti and marinated baby artichokes stirred in, goat cheeses and dry-cured French ham, a perfect tomato salad (the nearest I got to actually cooking was slicing them up, sprinkling them with thyme, salt and pepper and olive oil), moist and caraway-flavoured brown bread.
Pints of Pride, accompanied with good old English ranting (the art of passionate debate is one that America lacks).
Bacon sandwiches in bed with real English tea, sandwiched with sex.
Pints of Pride, accompanied with Arsenal-Portsmouth and shouts of 'Sol! my hero!'
Georgian (as in Russia, not next-door-to-Alabama) baked cheese and bean breads, followed with poussin in plum sauce, fried potatoes and spicy cabbage and carrot salad at Little Georgia.
More real bacon and egg sarnies. In-between bagels. Wyborowka vodka. Red wine. Mmmmm...
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