Tuesday, July 27, 2010
protein on a plate
The evidence of last night's supper picnic.
How chuffed am I that the Brit is as obsessed with cheese and cold meats as I am? How's this for a protein platter?
Starting to get into a rhythm now, I am happy to declare. Wandered back to my flat after a few gin and tonics with Poen (Hell it was good to see my mate. Yestuhday,) and met up with Brit for dinner.
Where we pillaged Tesco's and bought a fuckload of cheese to eat with our wine. The supermarkets here have a mound of choice when it comes to the good things in life - so 8 types of goat's cheese and a whole bunch of cheesy exotica like 'Shropshire Blue Navel,' and 'Channel Island Double Cream Brie.'
Now that's what I'm talking about. It's moving day! I move to my new pad tonight. Both nervous and excited.