I'd say I don't want this to turn into a culinary blog, but I'd be lying. Especially if every day is as crazy and good as today...
So, ok, my breakfast wasn't crazy (although it was toast made from bread from
Hobbs House Bakery). And my lunch
was from Cafe Nero (they do the best readily-available italian sandwiches I am aware of in the UK. Parma ham and marscapone. mmmmm).
so, to the evening. My vegetable box arrived this morning, with my long awaited purple sprouting broccoli. Steamed and eaten with butter the moment I got home.
Better yet, I am currently corning my brisket and (in an unplanned double induction to curing) baconing my first pork belly (they were on offer, as they often are, at Waitrose). It'll be a good five days until I know if it's a success.
But my biggest surprise yet today - a tray of squid that Mary bought while I was at work - heads and guts and all. Pan-fried for all of a minute with olive oil, parsley and lime (a la Nigel Slater). Gosh
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Good Lord. This is turning into a culinary war of the blogs. Tom's offal bombardment drew first blood (then turned it into black pudding), and despite an unexpected ambush by the Bath party at the world's most beautiful cheese shop, 'The Filleter' (as they call him) was helped through by his foot soldiers (well, trotters technically). But now a devious outflanking maneouvre from the Bath party's highly flexible squid may turn the tide of battle, especially with The Filleter's troops moving at a snail's pace; and that smoke on the horizon is a sure sign of approaching bacon: slow but incredibly strong. Let's not forget, either, that The Filleter's troops are notoriously spineless. Will they turn lily-livered, or will their hearts prove hard-boiled? Will the Bath party's lucky rabbit's foot do them any good? I salivate with anticipation.
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