Whoosh.. down the slippery slope she rushed! Bread and all manner of delicious food was eaten last night when she took Bob and Tom to dinner at Balthazar 4 - 6. Gt. Russell Street, Covent Garden.
Why there? Well, in NYC there is the original Balthazar restaurant, plus The Waverly, which are both owned by Keith McNally, he also, until some point in time, owned Odeon which she loved. So it was just to see if it was as good as its' older sister in NYC. Their meals were delicious.. and it's been a veryvery long time since they were here in London and so it was a treat.
You don't have treats all the time and that's what makes a treat.. a treat!
Today rain was promised from early afternoon, so instead of working at the allotment, she decided to take a couple of things up to Debbie Goaty mum at the Slow Food Fair at The Rosewood Hotel on High Holborn. NO rain fell but instead she encountered that bike race that went through the centre of London on her way home.. NO buses meant a long walk home but hey.. at least it wasn't raining!
Much bread was eaten last night.. she's almost reluctant to go to her weigh-in tomorrow! It was truly the best 'restaurant' bread she's ever eaten. Raw, no butter necessary, and lots and lots of water. A Frisée Salad with Smoked Lardons and a Poached Egg was her starter.. very slurpy indeed and then a beautifully cooked and filleted Dorade.
Maybe all that walking has worked off a lb or two? Sigh, she had lost 14 lbs, aka 2 full bags of that Winalot dog biscuit, and she has always lost something each week, even if it was only half a lb, that's better than nothing or shock horror.. gaining a lb or more!
She wore a dress (!) last night, dug out her most favourite shoes, high heeled black suede, another dig brought out a vintage Gucci bag, then she put on couple of rings and her beloved Amber and Silver drop earrings (which she bought in Poland twenty one years ago this very month) and off she went.
She hasn't worn heels for how long? Maybe a year.. yes, almost certainly a year now, but this pair are, although high heeled, blissfully comfortable. The arch is exactly in the right place, the last is perfect for her feet. They're vintage as well, all of her high heeled shoes are vintage and they live in their original boxes.
And they're all in immaculate condition, one day she'll take them to that amazing auction house who only deals in vintage clothing.. they've already said "yes" to everything she itemised a couple of years ago.
This week is a gardening week.. she's found Kelvin her old gardening friend and he and his brother are coming to help her remove those wicked briars at the allotments, nice, kind men. BIG guys.. digging that ground is going to be like child's play to them.
I am pleased to tell you that MY pot of goaty curd WAS given to me upon her return! And that she did not give in to her stomach saying "lookielookie.. there's delicious bread at the Rosewood Food Fair", somehow she managed to get past that stall without a loaf hurling itself into her basket.
Our supper tonight is going to be fussili pasta, chilli, garlic and spices, we've eaten what was in the fridge, it will be eggs and tuna salad tomorrow, then she'll do food shopping on Tuesday when there's fresh produce in the market.
There we are.. almost halfway through September! Whoosh.. go the months.. and FlapFlap goes this Grey Parrot.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 13th, 2015.
Post Script:
I know I didn't write on 9/11.. apart from the atrocities that were inflicted on America, remember it is also the day that Dagga Parrot died in her hands.
Why there? Well, in NYC there is the original Balthazar restaurant, plus The Waverly, which are both owned by Keith McNally, he also, until some point in time, owned Odeon which she loved. So it was just to see if it was as good as its' older sister in NYC. Their meals were delicious.. and it's been a veryvery long time since they were here in London and so it was a treat.
You don't have treats all the time and that's what makes a treat.. a treat!
Today rain was promised from early afternoon, so instead of working at the allotment, she decided to take a couple of things up to Debbie Goaty mum at the Slow Food Fair at The Rosewood Hotel on High Holborn. NO rain fell but instead she encountered that bike race that went through the centre of London on her way home.. NO buses meant a long walk home but hey.. at least it wasn't raining!
Much bread was eaten last night.. she's almost reluctant to go to her weigh-in tomorrow! It was truly the best 'restaurant' bread she's ever eaten. Raw, no butter necessary, and lots and lots of water. A Frisée Salad with Smoked Lardons and a Poached Egg was her starter.. very slurpy indeed and then a beautifully cooked and filleted Dorade.
Maybe all that walking has worked off a lb or two? Sigh, she had lost 14 lbs, aka 2 full bags of that Winalot dog biscuit, and she has always lost something each week, even if it was only half a lb, that's better than nothing or shock horror.. gaining a lb or more!
She wore a dress (!) last night, dug out her most favourite shoes, high heeled black suede, another dig brought out a vintage Gucci bag, then she put on couple of rings and her beloved Amber and Silver drop earrings (which she bought in Poland twenty one years ago this very month) and off she went.
She hasn't worn heels for how long? Maybe a year.. yes, almost certainly a year now, but this pair are, although high heeled, blissfully comfortable. The arch is exactly in the right place, the last is perfect for her feet. They're vintage as well, all of her high heeled shoes are vintage and they live in their original boxes.
And they're all in immaculate condition, one day she'll take them to that amazing auction house who only deals in vintage clothing.. they've already said "yes" to everything she itemised a couple of years ago.
This week is a gardening week.. she's found Kelvin her old gardening friend and he and his brother are coming to help her remove those wicked briars at the allotments, nice, kind men. BIG guys.. digging that ground is going to be like child's play to them.
I am pleased to tell you that MY pot of goaty curd WAS given to me upon her return! And that she did not give in to her stomach saying "lookielookie.. there's delicious bread at the Rosewood Food Fair", somehow she managed to get past that stall without a loaf hurling itself into her basket.
Our supper tonight is going to be fussili pasta, chilli, garlic and spices, we've eaten what was in the fridge, it will be eggs and tuna salad tomorrow, then she'll do food shopping on Tuesday when there's fresh produce in the market.
There we are.. almost halfway through September! Whoosh.. go the months.. and FlapFlap goes this Grey Parrot.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 13th, 2015.
Post Script:
I know I didn't write on 9/11.. apart from the atrocities that were inflicted on America, remember it is also the day that Dagga Parrot died in her hands.
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