I’m a bit of a foodie Gentle Reader. It’s one of the skills required of an archaeologist, you never know where you will be or what you will have to eat when making friends with locals. I’ve eaten guinea pig and alpaca in Peru, rabbit in Italy, octopus in Greece. I’ve sampled horse, tripe, brains, awful, sweetmeats, chicha (made the traditional way, yes, that), pulque, and fermented yak milk.
And then I remembered The One.
The Tate Modern, a few months after it opened, had this great little cafeteria way up high, with an awesome view of London and I wandered in and ordered the celeriac soup. It came with a wedge of Stilton cheese bread and a pear compote plopped in the bottom of the bowl. It was miraculously good. That’s the one. I don’t believe there is a One of me relationship-wise, but that soup was my perfect match.
Gail’s Daily Dose
Your Infusion of Cute:
Adore the idea of the moon manicure, arrived in the 1920s now seeing a bit a revival. Love it in black and white reminds me of two-tone oxfords.
Your Tisane of Smart:
Exhibition Hall (possibly the first Steampunk fanzine)
Your Writerly Tinctures:
He has always been my guru
Quote of the Day:
“Worries go down better with soup.”
~ Jewish Proverb