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Happy Sunday

It has been a good week. For food, for people, for trains of thought, it’s all been pretty dreamy. Right now, my skin is glowing with what I’m sure is going to be ferocious sun burn by the morning and my hair smells like BBQ smoke. I don’t think there’s a much better state to be in by Sunday evening this early into spring, is there? OK, it’s possible that we overdid it in the sun just a little. This morning, we walked from Mile Oak to Brighton Marina for our first BBQ of 2017. I’ll tell you all about that in just a second, but first, Brighton Marathon. Disclaimer: I’m very, very hormonal today, so my reactions to all the acts of human kindness and general life moments I witnessed were not rational by anyones standards. I cried at: young children shouting words of encouragement to runners they didn’t know using the names they had on their running vests old people sat outside the residential homes lined up next to each other to clap …

Happy Sunday

It’s finally time for outdoorsy weekends again, the kind that wake you up early and drag you out of bed into the sunshine to squeeze every bit of life out of the day as you possibly can. They feel so much longer when you spend them outside, I think. I had one of those weekends, the first of its kind in 2017, and it was glorious. On Friday evening, me and Tom slowly wandered in the direction of the marina, with plenty of stop offs to sit and bask in the sun and stare at the sea. After much (read: not much) deliberation we decided to eat dinner at Wetherspoons because we’re both unashamed fans, and their location is the best in terms of comfy seating and nothing short of stunning views at sunset. We were delighted to discover that a version of their Christmas burger is now available on the standard menu (breaded brie, bacon and cranberry, it literally is their Christmas burger unless I’m remembering wrong) and it still tastes as good as …

Happy Sunday

To all the Mothers – be they biological or surrogate or just those wonderful women that take waifs and strays under their wing for as long as they’re needed – I wish you the happiest of Mother’s Days. To all those that find Mother’s Day difficult, for any of the many many reasons one might, my thoughts are with you and I hope you’re getting through the day OK so far. I’ve had a rocky week. At its beginning, I was making plans to move out on April 1st, and organising my head and my life around that kind of big situation. Yesterday, when I was right in the midst of literally packing my possessions into boxes, the move fell through. So, I’m back to square one with looking for a room, all of my things are in a half packed mess and I’m feeling a little deflated. What was I to expect from plans made for April Fool’s Day, eh? Onwards and upwards,┬álet’s take a look at this week in food. It’s been a …