We're making our way through the polish beers at the local corner store. The ones in cans, nothing fancy. The one for a quid each. Tonight we came across one with no English on the label at all. And we think it's cider but we can't tell. Unless we absolutely positively must get drunk, we won't be trying to get to the bottom of that one.
more meat from the sausage stands at the borough
oddly dense, crumbly whole meal bread
butter and raspberry jam on top (sweet!)
lettuce with porcini olive oil
fresh cherry tomatoes
green olive oil spotted with balsamic vinegar and sprinkled with black pepper
homemade cappuccino (now if I could just master pain au chocolat - none today - bad day!)
doner kebab from the local shop topped with lettuce, cabbage, onion, tomatoes and garlic sauce (Yippee!) and fries as a treat because we got the STUPID visa forms in the mail today a week before my ticket to ride expires
parmagiano reggiano
and I think some cabury's is in order. P bought so it's fruit and nut. sigh. so unimaginative and yet I do love him. he has other qualities, obviously.
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