On a blustery day recently, Jon, my dad and I went fossil hunting at Sully beach. Jon discovered (what looked like) a dinosaur’s claw, my dad found a fossil shell and I went and found a cliff with some daffodils to look out over. Jon […]
Month: April 2013
My dressing table holds my entire family and the world all in one place. When feeling sad or confused, I will often rearrange the brooches that once belonged to my Welsh grandmother into different patterns, I will wind up the musical jewellery box that my […]
In the September of 2012, Jon and I drove the Les Seilhols black cab from the South of France to the South of Spain. Among many things we enjoyed cramped back seat sleeping/sleepless nights in remote car-parks, a mechanic’s home made wild boar chorizo for supper beneath swooping eagles, plenty of ‘say when’ gin and tonics, a flat tyre in the middle of nowhere and a force feeding bar owner with an husband fixated on swindling us out of the taxi.
More…let’s say, ‘elegant’ times, included a few a days in Seville for my 29th birthday (as soon as I wrote the word ‘elegant’ I had flashes of me stumbling back to the hotel at 4 in the morning, wearing denim hot pants and a basket I found in a tip, placed, yes ‘elegantly’, upon my head).
The highest point was possibly la Feria del Jueves… where I found an unimpressed 8 year old boy selling old magazines outside his family’s antique shop. I gathered together an armful of withered, yellow papers and was swiftly granted a nod and a throwaway “Dos Euro” from said sullen boy. I rapidly scarpered before he had a chance to decide that he probably liked his parents and should return to accurately pricing their valuable goods.
It was a moment of unbridled glee mixed with a faint touch of ‘I’m a good person and feeling slightly bad proves that I am’ guilt.
Sorry! (not really)
One of the best things about the UK is the prominent availability of the common or garden crumpet. Crumpets are one of the finest carbohydrate packages to grace this earth. They are the wondrous cloud of wheat and water that will float your poached egg up to the high heavens.
Tragically (this is no exaggeration) I have recently accepted that wheat really, really, really doesn’t agree with me and that I might as well suck it up and get on with my wheat free life. Painfully dull yet annoyingly necessary for health reasons.
Hence, I felt it necessary to celebrate my love affair with crumpets at breakfast this morning, even if I am unable to eat them. (Jon really does get a good deal out of these situations).
Jon ate buttered and Marmite coated crumpets with poached eggs, ground pepper and red chilli. I ate my poached egg on a bed of steamed fresh spinach and grilled, chopped up wheat free sausage. I can’t moan, my crumpet free option was absurdly delicious. Jon looked unsurprisingly happy with his plateful of crumpets (5 in total).
So, here’s to you crumpets! Let’s all raise a cup of tea to the joyous pairing of crumpets and poached eggs.