No milk for ready money—all the stores open at noon. That’ll teach me to say, “I’ll go to the shop tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.” No milk means no cappuccino, no Triple Chocolate Crunch cereal.
Still.
There are fresh figs from yesterday at Borough Market, and a chocolate brioche for lightly toasting, and sweet peaches, one pound for a whole bowl, from the hollering fruit man. (He was hollering: “Peaches, peaches, one pound a bowl”, which was appropriate, I think.)
“D’you think this’ll be enough for a tart?” I’d said. “Yes,” he’d said, “oh and I like a good tart meself.” “Hur hur hur,” we’d said. “Hur hur hur.”
Today the sun is out, for the paper and the park.
Still.
There are fresh figs from yesterday at Borough Market, and a chocolate brioche for lightly toasting, and sweet peaches, one pound for a whole bowl, from the hollering fruit man. (He was hollering: “Peaches, peaches, one pound a bowl”, which was appropriate, I think.)
“D’you think this’ll be enough for a tart?” I’d said. “Yes,” he’d said, “oh and I like a good tart meself.” “Hur hur hur,” we’d said. “Hur hur hur.”
Today the sun is out, for the paper and the park.
posted by stellou at 10:38 AM
6 Comments:
This is when the 500ml of long life milk comes in handy. My friends snort at me buying long life, but you bet you bottom dollar that the morning i want milk and cereal is also the morning the fresh milk is out.
I bet the hollaring man like strawberry tarts.
I do believe that all my life, I've never had a fresh fig.
Note to self: enquire about availability of fresh figs during next supermarket expedition.
"Triple Chocolate Crunch cereal"? Describe, please.
Urgh, that's what I hate about shops in the UK. They open late and close early. Even the '24 hour kiosks' are only open for 8 hours on weekends! Grrr..
Saffron: OH. Is THAT who is buying long-life milk. Hahaha. OK, fine, me, too, maybe I will. Starting tomorrow. :-D
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Tym: COME LAH!, I will give you a fig. But I think fig season is notoriously notorious, I mean, it is notoriously short, like, when I got to London a month ago the figs were fat and sweet and amazing, and this weekend they were, eh, plumpish, I guess, but certainly not grossly overweight ha ha, and were a bit water-tasting. Still sort of figgy, but the ricotta and chestnut honey made all the difference.
I don't think I've ever seen figs in Singapore. EH, can you ask the NTUC auntie about it? And can you tell me if she repeats back to you: "Fick?"
HA HA HA.
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bbrug: Oho, my eagle-eyed friend. Let me tell you, nothing fuels a morning like Marks and Spencer's triple whammy of white chocolate bits, milk chocolate bits, and TRUFFLE BITS mixed in with your granola. I'm not sure that it's actually granola, but it's crunchy. Toasted-like, y'know. OH SHIT I heart this cereal. My friend Ren makes fun of me because this box of cereal sits next to the box of organic fruit-and-nut muesli. But it's all about the happy balance, people. The HAPPY BALANCE.
Also, if you don't mix in some of that organic fruit-and-nut fibre-y bizzo, you get hungry in, like, six seconds.
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tscd: Oh, THAT kind of twenty-four hour joint. Where they pick twenty-four hours over the course of a week... :-p
Well, I buy just the one 500ml for ultra emergencies. Surely there are others out there?? No? ok. :/
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