This week has become a bit colder and rainy, which I suppose means we’re getting full on into the summer!Continue reading “Self isolation, week 12: we get a very special brewing kit, the cast iron pan is brought back from exile, we have a very Valencian Sunday, some shops reopen, and I am also really fed up”
This week we’ve ventured outside of our Fitzrovia bubble and checked that
- it’s still pretty much a ghost town elsewhere too
- some things are timidly opening
- this does not apply to parks on Sunday
We’ve also cooked some wonderful things and I’ve discovered that DUKKAH IS THE BESTContinue reading “Self-isolation, week 11: this place is still like a ghost town”
One of my favourite things from this week is, without a doubt, Devvers’ fabulous inventiveness with all these random groceries that have been delivered to us in “Surprise boxes”. We’ve been eating delicious dishes that I would not have thought of eating with those ingredients, it’s great!
We’ve also been channeling our inner Persian, which is fabulous as well, and makes us think of our Iranian friends and the magnificent feasts they host at their house. We miss them 🤗Continue reading “Self isolation, week 7: Persian-fusion, and Devvers is on a ROLL”
Although local shops are starting to stock things again, they are still quite unpredictable, plus going to them is really unnerving, what with people not respecting any distance or being considerate of others, etc. So we have been trying a bunch of different grocers that do home deliveries; the quality is also higher than what we get in the nearest shops, and we seem to be finding who our favourites are in terms of speed, quality and reliability.
It’s good to be able to establish some sort of predictability after all these weeks of uncertainty.Continue reading “Self isolation, week 6: masterful repetition”
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.Continue reading “Self isolation, week 5: creating monsters out of scraps”