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.
Paris in the spring time; in particularly the light evenings so people can enjoy a beer on the sidewalks until the late hours and proper buttery croissants with raspberry jam and smooth hot chocolate for breakfast - yummy.
ReplyDeleteWell done on joining the ranks of insulated coffee cuppers. I use mine when I get a take-away coffee. I think people who use plastic cups are the wallies, not you.
ReplyDeleteCome on, everyone knows coffee is supposed to be drunk from a paper cup. Like they serve at Starbucks.
ReplyDeleteClare agrees and her nice boss lets her which means The Arran Project lives to see another day. Huzzah!
ReplyDeleteHmmm...I shall have to do a TBT on my blog. HEY! Did you see that? Your initials are TBT and mine are BTB. WOW.
ReplyDeleteSorry, this time of night I get easily fascinated.... d'oh!
Do you like Toblerones? I blogged about them yesterday. That was a late post, too, come to think about it....