My friend M (who I went to Russia with) has just moved back to Canada. I am sad about this.
The day before she flew out, we met for breakfast at Ottolenghi, where we loaded up on coffee (she’d been up most of the night packing) and shashuka. We’ll see each other again – I’m plotting to take the kids to visit her already.
In the meantime, I need to learn how to make shashuka. Ottolenghi put coriander in it, which is very nice.
On Tuesday, I went out for lunch with my husband. One (small) advantage of him having a broken ankle is that I got to choose where we went for lunch. So I chose Ottolenghi.
I had salmon with broccoli and wild rice. My husband had beef and some aubergine stuff (really nice – and I don’t much like aubergine).
It is the sort of place that you can take children to – but they’d better be well behaved children. My husband has a bit of a grudge against this place – at the weekend, they often have a queue out the door. I think this just means that they have a successful business. Plus I love their cakes. I had the pineapple and pomegranate cheesecake and a latte. So delicious.
I’m writing this on my iPhone since my daughter threw her milk all over my laptop. The laptop appears to be rather buggered – it won’t turn on. I’m hoping that it will dry out and start working again – if not I’ll have to get it looked at.
Anyway, the reason I mention it is that this means I won’t be able to do links (well, I can but it’s such a faff, I won’t).
Today, my dear friend N had her second baby (N is also the mum of a friend of my son’s – it’s like that with kids sometimes). So I went to see her in hospital.
I took N some cookies I’d baked plus some delicious cakes from Ottolenghi.
Her new baby is a dear little person and I was pleased to see him. On the way home, I saw this amazing Christmas tree.
Today I have blisters. Now the lady in Hobbs said my shoes would feel quite hard for the first week (she was wearing them in a different colour so she should know) and then soften up. At least they are flat.
I am a wimp and have put a load of Compeed blister plasters on.
I said that wearing flat shoes would be good for the lady in the shop as she is on her feet all day. I remember my feet at the end of my first day working in a gift shop in Brighton when I was 15 – the lady said they call it “retail legs” but said she doesn’t get it any more.
Today I am meant to be hosting a bunch of new mums so they can meet each other and make friends with other new mums in the area. However, they are nearly always late and I never know how many will turn up. I went to Ottolenghi to get some biscuits, just in case.
Ottolenghi is a good shop. They have a queue out the door on Friday and Saturday lunchtimes and are NEVER empty. I love their cakes and salads, although realistically they are not slimming. My husband thinks they are poncey, I think he is hard to please.