...I'm back in the kitchen after making full use of said pillows and enormous bed (but not so much of the liquor). Cork was wet (as it sometimes is) and so perfectly suited to doing as much nothing as possible. I snoozed, I soaked, ordered room service and snoozed some more. I did manage to get myself dressed long enough to go into town on Monday afternoon and wander around the English Market and Waterstones as planned. A hoped for trip to Cafe Paradiso, however, had to be postponed as they are closed on Sundays and Mondays but the man behind the food, Dennis Cotter, has a new book coming out next month so that will have to do until I can get down for another visit and let him do all the cooking.
I showed an unholy amount of restraint in both the market and Waterstones. Because I was going back to a hotel room and not my kitchen my sole foodie treat was a bottle of orange flower water and not one cookbook passed my melting credit card's radar. Instead I bought (and devoured in 24 hours) Nigel Slaters new (non-recipe) book to which I attach one hearty recommendation and two warnings; 1) Don't use this book as armour when dining alone in a restaurant as several laugh-out-loud moments will have your fellow diners turning just in time to see your glass of house white trickling from your nose. 2) Don't pop into Marks & Spencers for at least a week after reading lest you be tempted by the perfect little individual portions of the crumbles, syrup puddings, treacle tarts and spotted dicks so fondly remembered throughout the book.
Now that I'm feeling all rejuvenated, I'm itching to try some new recipes and I have a strong feeling there will be chocolate involved in some way. As always you will be the first to know.