After dinner at The Botanist, with (from left) Alex, Emma & Parisa.
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Tim: “Look natural.”
So “naturally” I pulled out my very best Zoolander.
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At TopShop, I briefly debated buying one of the two minidresses pictured above, but ultimately decided that they’re a little too Pretty Woman for my taste, if you get my drift. I ended up buying a floral crop top and a black sequined bralet (because every woman needs one of those). Which I guess means I went the Pretty Woman route after all.
Update: I’ve gotten about a billion emails (including one from Julia and two from my mom) saying that I should buy this dress. It’s about $50. Should I?
My lunch at Borough Market: a pork belly and applesauce “butty” and the biggest meringue I have ever seen in my life. I chose the butty because a) I had no idea what a “butty” was, but desperately wanted to order one, if only to giggle like a five-year-old when I said “butty,” and b) because it had the longest line of any stand in the market, which is usually a good sign. It was good good good good good…fatty, salty meat mixed with sweet, crunchy rinds and perfectly textured applesauce inside a soft, super-fresh roll.
I chose the meringue because it was described to me as being “squidgy” inside. And yep, that pretty much described it: the inside was hollowed out, and the walls were smeared with a sweet white pudding. Now bursting at the seams, I wandered off towards TopShop on Bond Street.
At this very friendly man’s stand, I tried strong cow’s milk cheese topped with a spoonful of quince jelly. My very first time tasting quince, and most certainly not my last.
Quince jelly, by the way, is made from the hard yellow fruit of the same name. Quince looks a bit like a pear and is too tart to eat raw, but turns sweet and pink when cooked.
For some interesting quince-based recipes, go here.
Around 1:40, I arrived at Borough Market absolutely ravenous, and was immediately tempted by these enormous pots of curry. Even though I don’t really like curry, I just thought they looked spectacular (my mind, however, was made up for me when the nice man pictured above handed me a spoonful to taste and I just about choked from the spiciness. Smile, pass.)
The coolest thing about Borough Market is that it’s very interactive - multiple people came up to me and gave unsolicited (but very welcome) opinions on what I should have (the venison burger, curry, and meat pies were repeatedly suggested).
Today my hooded coat and I (it’s raining again) are headed to Borough Market, which many of you have recommended to me as a foodie haven. Parisa is insisting that I buy a venison burger, but I’m kinda hoping to stumble across some blood sausage (a.k.a. black pudding).
Other traditional British dishes that I want to try out while here:
Me sipping Moscato d’Asti - a sweet, low-alcohol dessert wine produced in Northern Italy.
Once again, the Keratin treatment came through - now, I know my hair is a little messy here, but do you know what it would ordinarily look like on a rainy London evening? Let me help you: it would look BAD.
DVF cardigan worn as dress, OPI Russian Navy nailpolish.
