10.5.08 it was his last meal

Or hers. I'm not sure. I didn't get close enough to the little mouse in our kitchen who we discovered this morning had, well, um, taken the bait.

Okay, that's morbid and horrible.

In other news. The vegetables and fruit to pass my lips today have all been of a distinctly distorted version. Raspberry jam, and apricot jam with an actual apricot in the spoonful. On a brioche, of course. I would like to point out that wheat was once a green, growing thing - does that count?

Let's see...ice cream in Battersea park from the Mr. Whippy van so not even any cream in that let alone green stuff.

Green stuff? Wait! There was pesto on my pasta tonight. Basil must most certainly count.

And the cheese, a fantastic hard, round ball of a thing from Whole Foods, was a orange as a carrot (but not because of some weird food dye like some countries like to put in their cheddars).

A cappuccino in St. Pancras station this morning with a friend we were dropping off at the train. I won't go back for another at the restaurant we tried, but there are half a dozen more in the new and improved gateway to Paris. Which makes me think that since I'm at the station already, next time I might just go to the source and eat my crispy, buttery, chocolately wonder in the shadow of the Eiffel tower. It will be more expensive, of course.

Oh man, look at the labels. Not the healthiest day I've posted, but the sun was shining and the Buddha in the Peace Pagoda was smiling, as were we when we visited the dogs at the Battersea Home for Dogs and Cats. In other words, there was a lot of walking involved today. We probably nearly maybe broke even...

6.5.08 The Trip to Bountiful

Our friend H. brought us Bounty Ice Cream bars for snacks at a meeting today - the first in our garden as it was a lovely warm day. ice cream was perfect indeed.

It looks like I have a much more serious compatriot in this blog...also a Bounty fan on at least one occasion.

14.4.08 Crystal Clearly the Best

Shopping the local small supermarkets in this very multicultural neighborhood is usually a tour of the unknown - I'd say 90% of the things on the shelves I can't even pronounce let alone imagine what it goes with or tastes like. And I love that. It adds to life as an adventure.

It was fun to come across a little familiar territory today, though. At first I only saw the fake import version (how do they get away with mock branding?). But then, there it was, the familiar white and blue label on the distinctive bottle of bright red sauce. Crystal, all the way from down home, right there waiting for me. I've been waiting for it forever - last year living in Oz I couldn't find it and life was much less spicy.

Another day at home, recuperating. It was time to pay the tax man, too. Wow. I do know how to live.

If it wasn't for Crystal, life would be dull indeed.
Also, the same store sells Ben and Jerry's. Some New Yorker's swear by chicken soup to cure the common cold; I'd go for New York Superfudge Chunk any day.

29.3.08 12:01 a.m.

No, I'm not eating anything right now, but I just had a lovely vietnamese meal with some friends. everything was so fresh and light that I just had to top it off with a magnum ice cream. Some guys we passed on the street going home remarked on eating ice cream in the cold, but I tell you what - it didn't melt and I could eat it leisurely and enjoy it. so there. Did I mention that I had pain au chocolat for lunch?