1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the mizzling clouds, but we had got up at 4am and were there observing the moment it came up, and that's what counts. 2. Food at The Junction Inn , Groombridge. All four lunchclub members were impressed by the quality -- although the portions were rather small. I had smoked eel with beetroot cream (Oli says that sounds like witch food, but it was delicious, and didn't taste of beetroot at all); Ed and Doug had wild mushroom risotto; and Johnny P got his face round a huge homemade burger. It had chips with it that were very good too -- I know this because I stole some. 3. Taking The Mother's homemade cakes to work. There were three -- one chocolate, one coffee and walnut and one lemon with homemade jam in the middle. There was a lot of stickiness in the office for most of the afternoon.
just discovered this diary.
ReplyDeletesuch an inspiration.
it is on my beautiful things for today list.
thank you.
please keep writing x
Receiving no less than 4 invites for the same evening.
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I've recently discovered that a good way to work with rootless (well, probably rooted in hormones and/or boredom) depression is to just go in the kitchen and make something from scratch. I suppose that's a BT in itself, but here are my 3 kitchen-related ones of the day:
ReplyDelete1. Faced with the conundrum of where to put all the bottles of fruit wine I'd bought on an excursion to the Finger Lakes, I had an aha! moment realizing that the second shelf of my kitchen cart - which was full of unused clutter - was actually a wine rack.
2. Finding a nearly full bottle of apple brandy in the cupboard.
3. Eating a slice of pear and realizing that the last thing I'd sliced in that exact spot on the cutting board was fresh ginger.
you make so beautiful things...
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