Apologies for the silence- I've spent the last week or so in a pastry coma!
I started my new job on Thursday so my brain is filled to bursting with ideas, new information, questions, and 80's pop lyrics (well, some things never change!) so this post is probably going to be less loquacious* and more photo-heavy than normal. Let's start off with a shot of my new desk and admire my (totally unnecessary but oh so beautiful) stationery purchases, shall we?
Obviously, all of this learning has required plenty of brain fuel, so it was a happy coincidence for me that Brighton Food Festival was being held last weekend. We nibbled our way around the free samples, scooping up an armful of rather delicious fare along the way for an impromptu picnic and some mid-week snacking too. Our first purchase was a pair of scotch eggs so large that I'm pretty sure we were drawn to them by their own gravitational pull.
Tom opted for the spiciest, meatest option on offer to scoff on site (and on sight), while I snapped up the Moroccan veggie version to eat for dinner with a side of roasted veg (in a bowl all the way from Morocco, to make it more authentic).
We also hefted home a chocolate twist pastry thing which was LITERALLY over 1 ft long. It didn't even fit in my bag! We *might* have shared the whole thing for breakfast the next day. And Tom wasn't that hungry, so the split might also have been 70:30.... Oops.
|To give some scale- that's a DINNER plate.|
My belly has also recently been treated to:
A HUGE burger (involving four kinds of carbs and two kinds of cheese) from The Hartington, accompanied by a lovely trip down memory lane because it was our "local" during our final year in Brighton.
A rather tasty pie, which contained 93% of my recommended daily limit of saturated fat. It tasted heavenly, which is rather ironic given that it's definitely knocked a few years off my life expectancy.
Tea and biscuits, as a carpet picnic on a rainy afternoon. Note that I chose the room with green carpet, to make it more realistic:
A glass of wine, complete with flamingo. Proof that I'm hilarious after half a glass of wine...
And a bowl of mushroom soup topped with homemade parsnip crisps. Which totally balances out all the overindulgences.
Between that and a walk along Brighton seafront to get to the food festival I've basically spent the last week at a healthy eating bootcamp!
On a side note, has anyone else noticed the weird my-jeans-feel-awfully-tight phenomenon going on recently? No?
*A bit of trivia for you - I learned the word loquacious from Francis Boulle of MIC fame.