We used to buy loaves of walnut bread from the Fabrique bakery nearby… and I say “we used to” because through trial and error I have developed a recipe which produces loaves that are even tastier than theirs. So we won’t buy this anymore!
Sorry, Fabrique! We still buy your cardamon buns (for now 😏).
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Yesterday night, we were finishing dinner and then I started noticing something. Some sort of noise. I asked Devvers: “did you hear that?” No, nothing.
Of course I started suspecting it must be mice, because it’s London and because it’s getting cold, so it’s obvious it would be mice.
I entered the kitchen, already indignant with the mice for daring to be in the kitchen, making weird noises when we were around and the lights were on! The nerve of them!
But I didn’t see any mice. It was all clear.
And yet I kept hearing that weird, indeterminate sound. What was going on?
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We resorted to two types of ‘classics’ this week:
- the known classics: the dishes we like and who never disappoint
- the new classics: classic dishes we’ve eaten in restaurants, but not made ourselves before
It was a really good break from the extremely anxiety inducing messaging coming from the pinnacle of ineptitude hanging out in number 10…
🙄 *collective eye roll* 🙄
In other news, the local shops seem to have gone back to pre-lockdown and pre-stockpiling stock levels. They even had eggs! And toilet paper! But it is still very stressful to go to the shops.
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Time: it’s elastic, continuous, it doesn’t mean anything anymore. Hence, I’m writing this post almost a week late, and I feel zero regrets about it.
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(to the tune of Prince’s song)
This week some significant events happened:
- There was a lot of purple-coloured things to consume
- Devvers found raspberries! And spring onions! It was the first time I saw spring onions in like three weeks.
- We got a food delivery that brought us twenty four eggs (yes, 24), amongst other things.
EGGTOPIA, just in time!
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