Here's a theory I live by:
If you have your 5 fruit and veg a day, you can also have anything else you want because obviously the f&v cancel it out.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
So the fried chicken sandwich and the chips have been fully cancelled by the cabbage, broccoli, onions, pepper and banana I had today.
Obviously.
same with the cappuccino, of course
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Monday, June 2, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
12.5.08 why is 5 so easy?
Eating five fruit and veg a day is suddenly easy because I've got a fruit&veg shop one block a way. It's just a few doors down from the pain au chocolat place so pretty much as long as I allow myself to divert in that direction every so often, the F&V place gets most of my attention now.
The budget has gotten a bit out of control lately (F&V not to blame) so I set two standards today: at least 5 and all under a fiver.
carrots
broccoli
okra
tinned tomatoes
and
um
red wine (grapes AND antioxidants...)
Okay, it isn't that easy, but it's fun to try.
I did it, with a cappuccino to boot. At least I would have done if it weren't for the chocolate covered halvah near the counter at the F&V shop. How can they do that? So I was .79 over.
The second standard was at least 5 glasses of water. I think I managed nearly 8, which is better anyway. Wait, that reminds me (water is a great way to boost your mental acuity) I also had raisins on my breakfast toast with peanut butter. Beautiful little golden ones. Yippee! She shoots...she scores!
The budget has gotten a bit out of control lately (F&V not to blame) so I set two standards today: at least 5 and all under a fiver.
carrots
broccoli
okra
tinned tomatoes
and
um
red wine (grapes AND antioxidants...)
Okay, it isn't that easy, but it's fun to try.
I did it, with a cappuccino to boot. At least I would have done if it weren't for the chocolate covered halvah near the counter at the F&V shop. How can they do that? So I was .79 over.
The second standard was at least 5 glasses of water. I think I managed nearly 8, which is better anyway. Wait, that reminds me (water is a great way to boost your mental acuity) I also had raisins on my breakfast toast with peanut butter. Beautiful little golden ones. Yippee! She shoots...she scores!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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...
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...
Friday, May 2, 2008
2.5.08 mamma's cookin'
It was cold and rainy. Work has been devilish this week. I just wanted comfort. As often happens in my world, it came on a plate and I was glad for it.
The sign on the window claimed it was a snack bar. So what was a roast dinner doing laid out on the side board? Where were the snacks? Why did it feel like walking into a family Sunday dinner? The woman said, "You are hungry. Come to mamma." Something like that. More gravy, is what I said. She blessed me with a bow as I paid her and said, "I hope you will come again. At night, it is Thai food." She gave me too much change but noticed her mistake before I did and I was only too happy to give it right back. Imagine the bad karma of inadvertently stealing from your surrogate lunch mother!
Once I salted the soggy cauliflower and the intriguingly tough lamb planks and the splotchy roast potato chunks, it conspired to have just enough flavor to see me through. If "mamma" had followed it up with a heavy-crusted apple pie, I would have gone for it.
It was an easy chair and a favorite quilt for the belly. And, as I said, I was glad for it. I will visit her again, but more for her Malaysian matter-of-factness and her genuine desire to feed your soul than the actual food off the stove in the corner of the front room. The broadness of her welcome and the big round white plates.
We went to another cozy place today that was equally warm and yet a polar opposite in character: a rough at the edges but nevertheless trendy whole foods place by the Shoreditch rail line. It's a grocery but also has a cafe at the back serving Monmouth coffees (yes, cappuccino) and yummy cakes under arched, warm red bricks. The kitchen is open there, too, but it's populated by fresh young things with scruffy attitude. Less likely to go back there just because the weather is cool, but maybe when I'm feeling too cool for school.
The sign on the window claimed it was a snack bar. So what was a roast dinner doing laid out on the side board? Where were the snacks? Why did it feel like walking into a family Sunday dinner? The woman said, "You are hungry. Come to mamma." Something like that. More gravy, is what I said. She blessed me with a bow as I paid her and said, "I hope you will come again. At night, it is Thai food." She gave me too much change but noticed her mistake before I did and I was only too happy to give it right back. Imagine the bad karma of inadvertently stealing from your surrogate lunch mother!
Once I salted the soggy cauliflower and the intriguingly tough lamb planks and the splotchy roast potato chunks, it conspired to have just enough flavor to see me through. If "mamma" had followed it up with a heavy-crusted apple pie, I would have gone for it.
It was an easy chair and a favorite quilt for the belly. And, as I said, I was glad for it. I will visit her again, but more for her Malaysian matter-of-factness and her genuine desire to feed your soul than the actual food off the stove in the corner of the front room. The broadness of her welcome and the big round white plates.
We went to another cozy place today that was equally warm and yet a polar opposite in character: a rough at the edges but nevertheless trendy whole foods place by the Shoreditch rail line. It's a grocery but also has a cafe at the back serving Monmouth coffees (yes, cappuccino) and yummy cakes under arched, warm red bricks. The kitchen is open there, too, but it's populated by fresh young things with scruffy attitude. Less likely to go back there just because the weather is cool, but maybe when I'm feeling too cool for school.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
30.4.08 it was a vegetable success
so here's the count for Wednesday, the 30th, which is today by my body clock but yesterday by the clock and calendar...
okra and tomatoes - homemade and not very slimy, with plenty of Crystal sauce
rocket
apple
coconut macaroons (that counts, right?)
broccoli
and a cappuccino to keep up with it all
okra and tomatoes - homemade and not very slimy, with plenty of Crystal sauce
rocket
apple
coconut macaroons (that counts, right?)
broccoli
and a cappuccino to keep up with it all
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
29.4.08 but it came in a golden package
So I called Paul yesterday and asked him to bring home cookies on his way back from a meeting that I was missing. I've just had another one of them now - chocolate covered marshmallow biscuit things. Really crap. But the package was amazing, all gold foil and shiny red letters. I am such a sucker for that kind of kitch.
In other news, I don't remember a single vegetable crossing my lips today. Hm.
Oh, I had vitamin water with blueberries and pomegranate. That counts, right?
I had a cappuccino today, first one in a while. And some fair baklava. Muesli and milk. Coffee. Lemon water. Wood oven pizza...saved enough for tomorrow (pizza is the one and only absolutely okay leftover).
In other news, I don't remember a single vegetable crossing my lips today. Hm.
Oh, I had vitamin water with blueberries and pomegranate. That counts, right?
I had a cappuccino today, first one in a while. And some fair baklava. Muesli and milk. Coffee. Lemon water. Wood oven pizza...saved enough for tomorrow (pizza is the one and only absolutely okay leftover).
Monday, April 21, 2008
21.4.08 music good enough to eat
It's leftovers again. I know, I know. I said I didn't like them...but my budget does. Spent my money on a cappuccino today instead...
Meanwhile, here's some music to go with that Crystal Louisiana hot sauce:
Meanwhile, here's some music to go with that Crystal Louisiana hot sauce:
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
16.4.08 number one leftovers rule
I've said here, there and everywhere that I don't like leftovers. I don't get them. I don't like them. Oddly, I have a tendency to save things anyway, as if one morning I will wake up a new and improved, leftover loving me.
Well, there is no eureka to report, but I did enjoy a dinner tonight of things that were in the fridge because I had already cooked them yesterday.
Number One rule of leftovers is reconstitution. If you make them into something else, it's just ingredients...
So I took the ingredients: cooked spagetti, cooked macaroni, roasted garlic, and beautiful Italian salami. I put brand new, fresh, never before cooked olive oil and tossed it all together in a nice clean pan.
Therefore, new dinner.
Delicious.
And a cappuccino in Victoria Park, earlier.
Well, there is no eureka to report, but I did enjoy a dinner tonight of things that were in the fridge because I had already cooked them yesterday.
Number One rule of leftovers is reconstitution. If you make them into something else, it's just ingredients...
So I took the ingredients: cooked spagetti, cooked macaroni, roasted garlic, and beautiful Italian salami. I put brand new, fresh, never before cooked olive oil and tossed it all together in a nice clean pan.
Therefore, new dinner.
Delicious.
And a cappuccino in Victoria Park, earlier.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
12.4.08 would you like hail with your cheese?
The four food adventurers set off across Kensington Gardens armed to the teeth with treats from Whole Foods, making a beeline for one of the big brown benches installed under the disproportionately tiny shelters by the pond. Like seasoned explorers, they had sniffed out the hut and read the signs in the weather. Let others glibly rent a green and white striped deck chair...this group had a keen sixth sense for inclement danger. And also, the sun kept going behind giant black clouds and anyone could see the rain coming...
We were just opening the crinkly clear wrap on the silk white cone of goat's cheese when the hail started. It was difficult to restrain ourselves from sharing with the unwashed, but damp and pelted, masses who huddled up next to our bench, spread as it was with this cheese and other glories. But we managed. I might have been heard to tell some kids "don't even think about having a bite of this cookie." My warning was lost in translation, should have said "biscuit." My cookie remained mine to the last crumb. Nice chocolate chips, very buttery, but not quite enough salt to be perfect.
Lost track of my intention to keep note of food costs.
Maybe I will switch intentions to keep track of heavy, starchy foods. I could seriously stand to lighten up.
And today's cappuccino was oh so very ordinary.
We were just opening the crinkly clear wrap on the silk white cone of goat's cheese when the hail started. It was difficult to restrain ourselves from sharing with the unwashed, but damp and pelted, masses who huddled up next to our bench, spread as it was with this cheese and other glories. But we managed. I might have been heard to tell some kids "don't even think about having a bite of this cookie." My warning was lost in translation, should have said "biscuit." My cookie remained mine to the last crumb. Nice chocolate chips, very buttery, but not quite enough salt to be perfect.
Lost track of my intention to keep note of food costs.
Maybe I will switch intentions to keep track of heavy, starchy foods. I could seriously stand to lighten up.
And today's cappuccino was oh so very ordinary.
Friday, April 11, 2008
11.4.08 cookies galore
Yes, it's as good as the James Bond reference that came to mind...
Nearly.
P indulged my cookie situation and then some today. I stayed home beavering away (one of the world's best sayings - ask a Canadian if you aren't familiar with the terminology) at our overdue writing project and he bought me several types of cookies, including the following, described on the packet as:
Do I need to say that a) I ate too many and b) all of the grammar and punctuation above is original to the packaging and unedited by me.
They were good cookies.
We just got home from dinner with friends - gorgeous homemade pizzas with a delicate hand-shaped wholemeal crust and a beautiful fresh salad.
I shouldn't have had so many cookies earlier...could have eaten more pizza, to be sure.
Nearly.
P indulged my cookie situation and then some today. I stayed home beavering away (one of the world's best sayings - ask a Canadian if you aren't familiar with the terminology) at our overdue writing project and he bought me several types of cookies, including the following, described on the packet as:
Born in the Tuscan countries Cantuccini are one of the most wellknown and appreciated Italian specialities. In Florence since 1929 we have been producing this exquisite cookies in the full respect of the old recipe. Excellent also with dessert wines, coffee, cappuccino, tea, ice-cream.
Do I need to say that a) I ate too many and b) all of the grammar and punctuation above is original to the packaging and unedited by me.
They were good cookies.
We just got home from dinner with friends - gorgeous homemade pizzas with a delicate hand-shaped wholemeal crust and a beautiful fresh salad.
I shouldn't have had so many cookies earlier...could have eaten more pizza, to be sure.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
9.4.08 follow the brick lane
It doesn't have the same ring to it as "follow the yellow brick road," but I do like the feeling of slipping into another world that I get whenever we go to Brick Lane for Indian. Something about the guys in suits who try to lure you into their restaurant. Are you supposed to look at the ones you are rejecting, say thanks but no thanks or see you next time. What is the etiquette here?
Going to BL was a treat because we've been so busy with work deadlines that I haven't even had time to write. I'm sure there were cappuccino's involved over the last couple of days. Made myself one at home today...not my best effort. No pain au chocolat that I can recall. But tonight we came across a well-known and fab bagel place (why is it spelled beigel?) and bought some challah bread (why is it spelled chola?) Also, why was every other customer in the place, and there were many, a short, balding, scabby older man dressed in black? Cabbies?
Elseways today I did the fast food thing, but consoled myself that for morning tea I very self-righteously bought myself an apple from the corner shop. And ate it. And only one slice of toast for breakfast. So that's good. Coffee, hot water & lemon, the usual. No cookies today. None. Not a one. Hard to go on living, really.
Going to BL was a treat because we've been so busy with work deadlines that I haven't even had time to write. I'm sure there were cappuccino's involved over the last couple of days. Made myself one at home today...not my best effort. No pain au chocolat that I can recall. But tonight we came across a well-known and fab bagel place (why is it spelled beigel?) and bought some challah bread (why is it spelled chola?) Also, why was every other customer in the place, and there were many, a short, balding, scabby older man dressed in black? Cabbies?
Elseways today I did the fast food thing, but consoled myself that for morning tea I very self-righteously bought myself an apple from the corner shop. And ate it. And only one slice of toast for breakfast. So that's good. Coffee, hot water & lemon, the usual. No cookies today. None. Not a one. Hard to go on living, really.
Monday, April 7, 2008
7.4.08 was that cider or beer
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.
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.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
6.4.08 and this and this and this, again
I am not a fan of leftovers. Even though I ate things today that I bought and started enjoying yesterday...that doesn't make them leftovers.
First of all, since it was snowing, I walked to the corner French deli and bought pain au chocolat for breakfast. What else?
but that wasn't really first...I am doing well at having hot water and lemon in the mornings as I wait for the coffee to brew
coffee with milk and homemade cappuccino with decaf a bit later...I rate my cafe pressed frothing milk pretty highly
a ginger nut or two because they were there
that spicy soup I am newly fond of making
gorgeous cherry tomatoes
crusty brown bread with sweet butter
apple slices
saffron tea
fried rice with onion and chorizo sausage
chocolate digestive
First of all, since it was snowing, I walked to the corner French deli and bought pain au chocolat for breakfast. What else?
but that wasn't really first...I am doing well at having hot water and lemon in the mornings as I wait for the coffee to brew
coffee with milk and homemade cappuccino with decaf a bit later...I rate my cafe pressed frothing milk pretty highly
a ginger nut or two because they were there
that spicy soup I am newly fond of making
gorgeous cherry tomatoes
crusty brown bread with sweet butter
apple slices
saffron tea
fried rice with onion and chorizo sausage
chocolate digestive
Saturday, April 5, 2008
5.4.08 I ate this and this and this and this and this
this morning was dedicated to visiting the borough market and although it was a bit chilly, we arrived before the crowds and before the stall holders had sore feet. everyone was friendly and we could have made breakfast out of the samples on offer, but still opted to buy a few things. I traded my usual pain au chocolat for a chocolate eclair with proper white fluffy cream in the middle. Apparently, according to witnesses, my eyes rolled back in my head at first bite. yes, it was love.
we found
a parmagiano reggiano that was sweet and crumbly smooth at the beginning, with a bloom of saltiness for a finish
rye bread
olive oil infused with porcini mushrooms
comte cheese
several sausages
chocolate truffles
and a Monmouth coffee, a cappuccino, of course
so we had two picnics when we got home, a little of this, a little of that and more for tomorrow!
At Neal's Yard Dairy, where it was necessary to try not only the Colston Bassett stilton, but also a lovely strawberry jam, I came across an interesting looking little journal...but I can't find the link. Yet. A reason to return to Neal's Yard (like I need one).
Our best find of the day was a beautiful seasoning called Sumac, the color of maple leaves and described as "lemon of the gods." it is absolutely gorgeous and I will be cooking with it soon...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
2.4.08 skip Tuesday
I dislike Mondays so much I skipped Tuesday...
I've just made the most amazing (I can say that because it was a group effort with my friend Catherine) Thai-style soup.
chicken stock
lemon grass cut in small circles
coriander rough chopped
garlic finely chopped and sliced
fresh ginger, grated
lime peel very finely chopped
small amount of oyster sauce
tiny bit of sesame oil
straw mushrooms (from a jar, marinated in sunflower oil, drained)
couple of sliced green chiles
We had it with rice - love the rice cooker! Finely chopped chorizo sausage pan fried in small amount of olive oil with sliced onions, garlic (very finely chopped), lime peel (as above) and lime juice on top of the rice. Salt, and fresh ground pepper.
The presentation included wedges of tomato and sun-ripened black olives, along with additional coriander to put in the soup to taste.
A good time was had by all! Made me forget all about the poor excuse for a cappuccino earlier in the day...
I've just made the most amazing (I can say that because it was a group effort with my friend Catherine) Thai-style soup.
chicken stock
lemon grass cut in small circles
coriander rough chopped
garlic finely chopped and sliced
fresh ginger, grated
lime peel very finely chopped
small amount of oyster sauce
tiny bit of sesame oil
straw mushrooms (from a jar, marinated in sunflower oil, drained)
couple of sliced green chiles
We had it with rice - love the rice cooker! Finely chopped chorizo sausage pan fried in small amount of olive oil with sliced onions, garlic (very finely chopped), lime peel (as above) and lime juice on top of the rice. Salt, and fresh ground pepper.
The presentation included wedges of tomato and sun-ripened black olives, along with additional coriander to put in the soup to taste.
A good time was had by all! Made me forget all about the poor excuse for a cappuccino earlier in the day...
Monday, March 31, 2008
31.3.08 another day, another cappuccino
Mondays are hideous. I don't know why or how this came to be, but I don't like Mondays.
Cappuccino at Venetia's, my local, goes a long way to help appease the Monday syndrome.
More garlic bread at the Monday neighbor's meal - along with chicken and leeks, birthday cake, peas and salad. Yum.
ginger nuts and custard creams and tea with milk to make it through the afternoon.
humus, turkish bread, kettle chips, a peach and a tomato for lunch at the local organic farm (though I wish the peaches and the tomato were from there because a) they would have had flavor and b) we would be living in a totally different climate than this one!
almond croissant and cappuccino this morning...
Cappuccino at Venetia's, my local, goes a long way to help appease the Monday syndrome.
More garlic bread at the Monday neighbor's meal - along with chicken and leeks, birthday cake, peas and salad. Yum.
ginger nuts and custard creams and tea with milk to make it through the afternoon.
humus, turkish bread, kettle chips, a peach and a tomato for lunch at the local organic farm (though I wish the peaches and the tomato were from there because a) they would have had flavor and b) we would be living in a totally different climate than this one!
almond croissant and cappuccino this morning...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
30.3.08 We Sing, We Dance, We Dress Up
Actually, I just drink beer called Zywiec, which is the same as a fabulous looking Polish dance group in London. Maybe I should take up dancing to work off the beer...
Random wanderings through my day of food:
Having that beer now, after a small glass of Chilean wine at a meeting.
Beer goes well with Hobnobs.
More mac and cheese. One of maybe two leftovers I'll actually eat.
Sausage.
Cappuccino.
custard creams (3) why can you never eat just one?
coffee with milk
black tea infused with saffron
salad
chips, soggy with vinegar
Green & Blacks
can someone please tell me to make something from scratch and actually cook a meal, please?!
Random wanderings through my day of food:
Having that beer now, after a small glass of Chilean wine at a meeting.
Beer goes well with Hobnobs.
More mac and cheese. One of maybe two leftovers I'll actually eat.
Sausage.
Cappuccino.
custard creams (3) why can you never eat just one?
coffee with milk
black tea infused with saffron
salad
chips, soggy with vinegar
Green & Blacks
can someone please tell me to make something from scratch and actually cook a meal, please?!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
26.3.08 more cobbler can't be bad
I made a quick rhubarb compote for H. tonight. She's wheat-free so I had to skip the muesli crumble topping - why does muesli need wheat flour?
lists keep me sane:from finish to start
apricot green and black's chocolate
strange winter veggie stew with ginger and lemon rice
olives
cheese
baguette
crazy peanut flips snacks
banana
tea
cappuccino
muesli and milk
coffee
lemon water
lists keep me sane:from finish to start
apricot green and black's chocolate
strange winter veggie stew with ginger and lemon rice
olives
cheese
baguette
crazy peanut flips snacks
banana
tea
cappuccino
muesli and milk
coffee
lemon water
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
25.3.08 leftovers aren't so bad
Tonight I'm finishing up a rhubarb cobbler made from the fresh spring crop in my garden. And some homemade fried rice fried again.
I spent 2.80 on food today, and it was two items of 1.40 each. It's amazing how different the value of something can be. One lot was for an instant cappuccino at the Kew Gardens station because the cafe was so cute. Cute only goes so far. The other was for a beautiful baguette from L'Epicerie. If I were down to my last 1.40 and dying of thirst or a caffeine headache, I would still buy the bread.
listing keeps me sane:
lemon in hot water
coffee with milk and a little bit of cream
muesli and milk with the dregs of evil crunchy nut clusters
pumpkin seeds on the train
baguette
brie
gouda
dark, wrinkly olives
bad cappuccino
chocolate covered peanuts
tea
fried rice
czech budweiser
about to have rhubarb crumble and cream...
I spent 2.80 on food today, and it was two items of 1.40 each. It's amazing how different the value of something can be. One lot was for an instant cappuccino at the Kew Gardens station because the cafe was so cute. Cute only goes so far. The other was for a beautiful baguette from L'Epicerie. If I were down to my last 1.40 and dying of thirst or a caffeine headache, I would still buy the bread.
listing keeps me sane:
lemon in hot water
coffee with milk and a little bit of cream
muesli and milk with the dregs of evil crunchy nut clusters
pumpkin seeds on the train
baguette
brie
gouda
dark, wrinkly olives
bad cappuccino
chocolate covered peanuts
tea
fried rice
czech budweiser
about to have rhubarb crumble and cream...
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
19.3.08 What I like about London
Today's food adventure was all about what I like about London - a pub meal for lunch complete with bad service and chips and Indian at Brick Lane for dinner. With a visit to the Tate Modern stuck in the middle.
I was thinking today about paying attention to how much money I spend on food every day, in addition to what I eat. Eventually, I'd like to develop some simplicity on both fronts in order to live a bit more lightly. Well, maybe heavier in the pocketbook and lighter around the middle, as well as in my footprint on the planet.
At one time I used to parse out all the costs of food I ate per item per meal, even things I had bought at the grocery store and even down to the individual ingredients. Okay, TMI there.
Today's lunch was a work-related thing so the cost isn't direct to me. I won't count it, even though what I ordered didn't fit the simplicity principle entirely. There were three of us and we only ordered two mains, though, which is something. Right?
Breakfast:
muesli augmented with crunchy nut clusters (a recent shopping accident)
milk
coffee
lemon juice in hot water
Morning Tea:
a little fairy cake version of sticky date pudding which I had no problems bringing into the Tate Modern coffee shop in a silver plastic bag and eating with my
cappuccino
while looking out the plate glass window at a view of the Thames and St. Paul's that I could just about touch. Nice office, since that is where we had our work meeting. We made the obligatory pilgrimage to the Rothko room on the 3rd floor to let the coffee settle and clear the mind of all that scenic vista inspired brainstorming.
Lunch:
chips
part of a burger with stilton
part of a sausage and mash
part of a bruschetta
Young's bitters 1/2 a pint
Afternoon tea:
bad tea in a pub - no one to blame but myself - who orders tea in a pub?
Dinner:
after hearing Archbishop Rowan Williams speak inspiringly at Westminster Abbey
chicken korma
pappadums
lamb with pistachio sauce
rice
1/2 a garlic naan
Cobra 1/2 pint
after dinner mint
right now, 11:23 p.m.
detox tea
whew. my jaws are tired.
Cost?
12GBP for my half of the Indian food
I was thinking today about paying attention to how much money I spend on food every day, in addition to what I eat. Eventually, I'd like to develop some simplicity on both fronts in order to live a bit more lightly. Well, maybe heavier in the pocketbook and lighter around the middle, as well as in my footprint on the planet.
At one time I used to parse out all the costs of food I ate per item per meal, even things I had bought at the grocery store and even down to the individual ingredients. Okay, TMI there.
Today's lunch was a work-related thing so the cost isn't direct to me. I won't count it, even though what I ordered didn't fit the simplicity principle entirely. There were three of us and we only ordered two mains, though, which is something. Right?
Breakfast:
muesli augmented with crunchy nut clusters (a recent shopping accident)
milk
coffee
lemon juice in hot water
Morning Tea:
a little fairy cake version of sticky date pudding which I had no problems bringing into the Tate Modern coffee shop in a silver plastic bag and eating with my
cappuccino
while looking out the plate glass window at a view of the Thames and St. Paul's that I could just about touch. Nice office, since that is where we had our work meeting. We made the obligatory pilgrimage to the Rothko room on the 3rd floor to let the coffee settle and clear the mind of all that scenic vista inspired brainstorming.
Lunch:
chips
part of a burger with stilton
part of a sausage and mash
part of a bruschetta
Young's bitters 1/2 a pint
Afternoon tea:
bad tea in a pub - no one to blame but myself - who orders tea in a pub?
Dinner:
after hearing Archbishop Rowan Williams speak inspiringly at Westminster Abbey
chicken korma
pappadums
lamb with pistachio sauce
rice
1/2 a garlic naan
Cobra 1/2 pint
after dinner mint
right now, 11:23 p.m.
detox tea
whew. my jaws are tired.
Cost?
12GBP for my half of the Indian food
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