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I had a very relaxing weekend. On friday on his lunch break Max stopped by Camisa & Son, an Italian delicatessen on Old Compton St. (it's rare that anyone speaks English there, so ordering can be a challenge at times). He bought spicy marinated green and black olives, frehsly made ricotta and spinach ravioli, a block of parmesan, and an olive ciabatta. That evening I pan roasted some garlic and chopped it up with some fresh thyme and oregano in olive oil and butter to pour over the ravioli and topped it with the parmesan and basil leaves. We drank it with a cheap but oh so good Italian red, a 2001 Negroamaro Puglia. Saturday we wandered around Kingston some more, exploring shops and looking at restaurant menus. We're pretty hapy with the selection of shops here. There's a farmers' market on Saturdays in the town square (sometimes it's a French farmers' market), a Cornish pasty shop (steak, guiness, and stilton pasty. mm!), our local pub does excellent Thai food (really, it's run by a very friendly Thai man), and even a Wagamama a 10 minute walk away from our flat. We bought some clothes, a set of 4 Japanese bowls, and a couple dvds, The Bourne Identity and Brass Eye at the Virgin Megastore (the man at the counter told us the director's commentary for Brass Eye is as funny as the episodes). On our way home we stopped at a pub and relaxed with a beer (a Leffe for me, I'm all about the Belgian beer). That evening Max cooked a chinese ginger chicken stir fry which we ate in our new bowls and we watched The Bourne Identity with a big bottle of Hoegaarden. Sunday we had lunch at a pizzaria in Kingston where I ordered a beer and a Fiorentina, which is a pizza with mozzarella, spinach, tomato, olives, and an egg. After lunch we took a 3 mile walk along the Thames river front from Kingston all the way to Hampton Court Palace. We wandered around the palace gardens for awhile, but became fed up with tourists quickly and walked 2 miles back to Kingston through the palace park land and happened upon a herd of deer. On our way back home we bought The Sunday Times and lazed around the flat for the rest of the evening reading the paper and later watched Kingpin on tv.             This was the first proper weekend of just hanging out together since we've moved here - either people have been visiting us or we've been in Southampton. We really feel like we've lucked out here as we like it even better than expected. Sure it's a bit suburban, but so what? It's not like we're out in the boonies, at least we can get into the heart of London in 13 minutes which is faster than we could travel from Hendon. |
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i eat fine foods vicariously through your livejournal entries. when i consume our inferior leftover cafeteria food here, i just pretend that i'm eating a pizza with mozzarella, spinach, tomato, olives, and an egg, or any numbers of fine foods that you've written about. you're doing a good deed, you know? if it weren't for your vivid description of food and my tolerant imagination, i'd go hungry. no i won't. i love myself too much for that. i'd just go and have a $20 japanese lunch everyday. you should write travel books about all the good food and places to eat in cities. london would be a good start. or you can be evil and have good food, and think "haha I bet that bastard in california would like some of this. i'll just write about it later and make him drool. i'm such a tease. ha!" people also say english women are unattractive. i beg to differ. there are a lot of cuties in england...and scotland you have enough livejournals friends that if we all buy one, it'll be worth it. i knew it! ahh buggers Who says English women are unattractive?? They must be insane or ill-informed, I've seen more beautiful women in London than I have anywhere else (except for maybe Isla Mujeres, but most of them had fake tits). I feel lucky that Max has been able to resist the plethora of temptation he's exposed to every single day. ;)  soupedupsucka. he is just a bitter irish american, though ;-) |
