The terrible pictures are back, did you miss them?
I am incredibly easy to influence, my subconscious soaks up anything I’m exposed to like a thirsty sponge. If I’m watching TV and someone has a cup of tea, I will want a cup of tea. If in the next scene they’re drinking a glass of orange juice I will want a glass of orange juice. Sometimes just asking me if I want something is enough to plant the suggestion in my head that I do.
So when a few weeks ago two separate blog posts from Carla at Can be Bribed with Food and Helen at Food Stories both appeared in my Google Reader with recipes for slow braised pork cheeks in blood orange and chipotle I knew exactly what I had to do. Continue reading
Grilled Asparagus with a Poached Egg and Roasted Pork Belly
A few weeks ago I took one of my best friends in the world on a date, dinner and a movie, to celebrate his aging one more year. The plan had formed around the oncoming release of Eclipse, the third film in the Twilight Saga. Yes the Twilight Saga, no I’m not ashamed; angst ridden vampires are hot, they just are, even if this particular series does stray frequently into wangst territory instead*. Initially this was to be paired with a trip to Brindisa, to satisfy my friend’s never sated lust for prawns, however like the cheap date that I am when I went to book the film tickets I immediately noticed that I could save six whole pounds if we cinema’d closer to home in Angel; that’s right six whole pounds. This meant Brindisa was off the cards, but no worry there were plenty of places for us to eat on Upper Street, and I had one in particular in mind.
So early in the week I made the call to Ottolenghi to book our pre-cinema table. Continue reading