Craving England
The past day or two I've had weird pangs for England. I wanted to go back and smell fresh cut lawns, hear the birds in the trees, play with the cats, and eat a decent curry (and fish and chips, of course). But anyway, I can't, so I started to muse on other things, like the perennial idea that I should stop drinking.
However, Maki at Just Hungry has been in London and took a trip to Borough Market, which just sent me back into further pangs! I used to work near Borough Market when I was at FP and most Fridays myself and few others would take a stroll down to get lunch, have a pint and pick up food. I'd go to the vegetable stall and pick up shiny fresh habanero chillies and big sweet onions; stop by the Somerset cider stall and have a tipple whilst picking up a couple of bottles for the evening. After that, I'd occasionally check out Pieminister, whose selection of pies was excellent (and still is by the look of things). My favourite was the Heidi pie - goat's cheese, sweet potato and spinach. Then I'd go to the bakery stall and get huge slabs of chocolate brownie. These brownies were stacked up in foot high piles, and the queues for them barely ever died down all day. They were little choc-gasms. The others would run off and get boar burgers, bacon, and whatever else took their meaty fancy, whilst I'd wander about and get tofu burgers or falafels. On occasion, Gideon and I would go there on a Saturday and he'd stock up on his meat. I recall him particulalry relishing the Melton Mowbray pork pie, with it's little layer of fat between the pastry and the meat. At least, I think that was him.
Borough Market was always great to hang out in during the summer, but I also liked it when the weather was crap, and everyone would be huddled under awnings out of the rain, tucking into their steaming lunches. In fact, when I do come back for a visit (probably not until next summer) I will be hitting the market and pigging out.
Now, I need to find somewhere in Yokohama today that sells artichokes. I have a craving for these roasted artichokes in olive oil I used to be able to get in Ina. Hmmm, artichokes. Olives. Pies. Brownies.......
However, Maki at Just Hungry has been in London and took a trip to Borough Market, which just sent me back into further pangs! I used to work near Borough Market when I was at FP and most Fridays myself and few others would take a stroll down to get lunch, have a pint and pick up food. I'd go to the vegetable stall and pick up shiny fresh habanero chillies and big sweet onions; stop by the Somerset cider stall and have a tipple whilst picking up a couple of bottles for the evening. After that, I'd occasionally check out Pieminister, whose selection of pies was excellent (and still is by the look of things). My favourite was the Heidi pie - goat's cheese, sweet potato and spinach. Then I'd go to the bakery stall and get huge slabs of chocolate brownie. These brownies were stacked up in foot high piles, and the queues for them barely ever died down all day. They were little choc-gasms. The others would run off and get boar burgers, bacon, and whatever else took their meaty fancy, whilst I'd wander about and get tofu burgers or falafels. On occasion, Gideon and I would go there on a Saturday and he'd stock up on his meat. I recall him particulalry relishing the Melton Mowbray pork pie, with it's little layer of fat between the pastry and the meat. At least, I think that was him.
Borough Market was always great to hang out in during the summer, but I also liked it when the weather was crap, and everyone would be huddled under awnings out of the rain, tucking into their steaming lunches. In fact, when I do come back for a visit (probably not until next summer) I will be hitting the market and pigging out.
Now, I need to find somewhere in Yokohama today that sells artichokes. I have a craving for these roasted artichokes in olive oil I used to be able to get in Ina. Hmmm, artichokes. Olives. Pies. Brownies.......