Food Glorious Food
The last couple of weekends have been largely about eating. I like eating.
As well as bbq'ing with friends last weekend, we went to Gordon Ramsay's latest London restaurant, Maze. It only opened last year and has already notched up a Michelin Star. Well, fuck me. I simply had no idea that food could taste like that.
The place specialises in small taster dishes of which one might have somewhere in the region of five to eight. Mrs Pink had six; I, of course went for eight, although I slightly regretted the second desert. Parlicular highlights included: Orkney scallops roasted with spices, peppered golden raisin purée and cauliflower; Salad of violet artichoke with fresh truffle and truffle mayonnaise; Honey and soy roasted quail with Landes foie gras and spiced winter pear chutney; Daurade Royale with native lobster risotto, lemongrass, Thai basil and lobster glaze.
Around about the fourth course we both felt as if we were on drugs. I had no idea that food could have such an effect on you. Wow.
The following weekend was similarly food orientated. This time it was Mrs. Pink's father's Birthday so we headed round to theirs, watched the England v Paraguay game and then feasted on bbq. My, do the Turks know how to make kebabs?!
Slightly off the subject off food... somthing else I really fucking love is the World Cup. This, however, is the first time in the history of me that I haven't had the freedom to watch every single game for a month solid. The world of work sucks. I shouldn't complain too much, though. We do have a TV in our office, ha!
I decided that I was to be 8 years old again so I'm collecting the Merlin England World Cup stickers. I tell you it's a fucking scam. Assuming you never got any duplicated it would cost you about £40 to fill the album (expensive for kids, right?). However but the time you've, say, filled it upto about 30% you don;t get anything but duplicates. If I really was 8 years old this wouldn't be such a problem as all my school friends would be collecting, but I don't really feel comfortable hanging around school gates at 3pm hoping to get some "swapsies" in.
On the off chance that any readers are also collecting here are the swaps I have: 365, 438, 318, 58, 94, 104, 68, 132, 387, 299, 140, 36, 215, 138, 194, 393, 115, 106, 301, 219, 188, 204, 324, 443, 355, 23, 150, 273, 247, 208, 413, 260, 415, 343, 289, 260, 439, 260, 154, 154, 154 (I guess that on'e quite common), 6, 144, 263, 115, 115, 204, 23, 163, 416, 308, 258, 341, 312, 415, 273, 341, 18, 267, 359, 286, 142.
As you can see. I have been spending my time and money wisely!
Laters.
P.S. Football's coming home.
As well as bbq'ing with friends last weekend, we went to Gordon Ramsay's latest London restaurant, Maze. It only opened last year and has already notched up a Michelin Star. Well, fuck me. I simply had no idea that food could taste like that.
The place specialises in small taster dishes of which one might have somewhere in the region of five to eight. Mrs Pink had six; I, of course went for eight, although I slightly regretted the second desert. Parlicular highlights included: Orkney scallops roasted with spices, peppered golden raisin purée and cauliflower; Salad of violet artichoke with fresh truffle and truffle mayonnaise; Honey and soy roasted quail with Landes foie gras and spiced winter pear chutney; Daurade Royale with native lobster risotto, lemongrass, Thai basil and lobster glaze.
Around about the fourth course we both felt as if we were on drugs. I had no idea that food could have such an effect on you. Wow.
The following weekend was similarly food orientated. This time it was Mrs. Pink's father's Birthday so we headed round to theirs, watched the England v Paraguay game and then feasted on bbq. My, do the Turks know how to make kebabs?!
Slightly off the subject off food... somthing else I really fucking love is the World Cup. This, however, is the first time in the history of me that I haven't had the freedom to watch every single game for a month solid. The world of work sucks. I shouldn't complain too much, though. We do have a TV in our office, ha!
I decided that I was to be 8 years old again so I'm collecting the Merlin England World Cup stickers. I tell you it's a fucking scam. Assuming you never got any duplicated it would cost you about £40 to fill the album (expensive for kids, right?). However but the time you've, say, filled it upto about 30% you don;t get anything but duplicates. If I really was 8 years old this wouldn't be such a problem as all my school friends would be collecting, but I don't really feel comfortable hanging around school gates at 3pm hoping to get some "swapsies" in.
On the off chance that any readers are also collecting here are the swaps I have: 365, 438, 318, 58, 94, 104, 68, 132, 387, 299, 140, 36, 215, 138, 194, 393, 115, 106, 301, 219, 188, 204, 324, 443, 355, 23, 150, 273, 247, 208, 413, 260, 415, 343, 289, 260, 439, 260, 154, 154, 154 (I guess that on'e quite common), 6, 144, 263, 115, 115, 204, 23, 163, 416, 308, 258, 341, 312, 415, 273, 341, 18, 267, 359, 286, 142.
As you can see. I have been spending my time and money wisely!
Laters.
P.S. Football's coming home.
posted by Pinky @ 12:11 PM
2 Comments:
At 12:05 AM,
Unknown said…
merlin football stickers... legendary.
At 11:01 AM,
Pinky said…
Hey Matt. No you haven't pissed me off. I was tidying up my links and thought I'd deleted you old blog. Haven't yet got round to linking up your newer one. Will get on the case!
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