For the first time in aaaaages, we've got a weekend with nothing on and can relax and take it easy, so the anas immediately book in a haircut. As is the way with all lady haircuts, this takes up 4000 hours and yet - AND YET! - still requires us to return later that day because Toni (or Guy - I'm not judging) failed to remove the dye properly. It does look lovely though...
Anyway, hair aside we spend the day running around with a the traditional trip to the duck pond and the farmer's market where I saw two things of note:
1. loads of cavalo nero - gaaaah!
2. a frenchman called Johnny F, dressed in a breton shirt and beret, selling ropes of garlic and onions from his bike. He was brilliant, and gave the milos the gift of a shallot. Mild stereotypical racism, sense of humour plus free shallots equals my new favourite thing.
I also bought a silicone slotted spoon to complete my birthday ladle, which is a triumph when it comes to dishing up tonight's curry - Atul Kochhar's Parsi Lamb Curry. I don't even know what a Parsi is...
Food of the Milos
After a couple of days of not much eating recently, the monkey has a good day of trencherman action: Poached egg on toast (and half of mine) for breakfast, babyccino, veggie rabbits and mash for lunch, and defrosted leek and potato soup for dinner. Plus the usual intake of humzinger, pear, apricots and raisins.
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parsi lamb curry - Atul Kochhar, Delicious,
Saturday 24 October 2009
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