and your realize it’s because you like reading books off of other people’s bookshelves. they’re books that have already been chosen by people you know. books that have already been read. books you know aren’t an attempted flood by a publisher. books that are special enough that someone would choose to give it a space on their bookshelf.
it’s that personal touch you like.
and you are perhaps re-inspired to go back to that bookshelf portrait project that you just left hanging.
real non-frozen fish and chips. complete with mushy peas.
and apparently, baked camembert with chutney as well? yes please.
take one homemade-and-hard-enough-t0-chip-your-tooth speculoos cookie and place a cadbury flake on top.
gather around a hot fireplace and roast a marshmallow.
don’t let it burn, but as soon as it starts melting, quickly transfer it on top of the flake.
quickly grab another homemade-and-hard-enough-t0-chip-your-tooth speculoos cookie and make a sandwich.
then, quickly, eat!
then, another lovely leftovers lunch. which involves cointreau. which is not british at all. in fact, it’s french. but it is important. and eventually, the story of this bottle of cointreau will be explained.
a few hours later. it’s time to eat, again. but this time you’re back in london. back in a cozy home. back to cooking, as usual! it’s gravy (courtesy of nigel slater) and mash and apples and sausages for dinner. plus a glass of sherry.
*mash = mashed potatoes, for those lost by the british lingo
then, tomorrow, you’re going to pull a P-E-P again. P-E-P, you wonder, what’s that? it’s for when you do Paris-Evreux-Paris in less than twenty-four hours for moving between destinations.