Sunday, July 19, 2020
My Week in...
Tastes. It was my birthday this week, so I’ve been utterly spoiled for flavours that danced and sang on my tongue.
My breakfast egg with an umami sprinkling of mixed sesame and seaweed garnish picked up at my local Asian supermarket.
A seafood linguine full of mussels, clams and crayfish in a sauce so delicious, I wanted to bathe in it.
Pickled onion Monster Munch. Grabbing dinner on the go as we went to visit friends.
A salad of strawberries, mango and nectarines at the so-ripe-we’re-nearly-done stage.
Cherry and almond, raspberry and peanut butter brownies for the family gathering today, to celebrate said birthday. The RPJ ones are perfect: chewy, fudgey, rich.
Roast chicken with thyme, rosemary, parsley, lemon zest and garlic stuffing.
The intense berried zing of my favourite wine, Fleuris. Only purchased on special occasions.
Our first beetroot from the allotment: pink on the outside, yellow in. Obviously the best tasting beetroot that has ever been grown.
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