Leftovers #116
Tiny beautiful things amidst the horrors of the world
Lots of tiny beautiful things amongst many more vast and terrifying horrors. My friend Sal wrote it’s in our joy that we can resist. I hope we can be a little joyful this weekend, amongst all of it. This post by poet JJ Bola feels pertinent to share.
The tiny beautiful things include hosting an array of friends and showing them little corners of paradise here, whether it was blistering sunshine or mist-filled and moody. Eating a pasty in the gardens of Kestle Barton, peering over Frenchman’s Creek, multiple pints at waterside establishments, the most perfectly plump Porthilly oysters with a dirty martini, flowers bought three times in one day because the colours were too good to miss, the veg from Gear Farm sitting in my fridge, swimming in the rain and the prospect of more friends arriving for swims, walks, surfs and sauna sessions.
Cooking
Obviously tortilla, this time for breakfast last weekend. I loved waking up early while everyone was still asleep, drinking a coffee and prepping breakfast alone, listening to a podcast and seeing sleepy-eyed friends arrive in the kitchen, lured in by the smell of potatoes and onions. I ate the final slice for lunch in the sun. This Mother Root infused cold noodle salad for my friend’s long train journey home. 6 minute 20 second boiled eggs (specific but accurate) on Vicky’s Cloudy White bread toasted then left to cool so the cold butter doesn’t melt with two anchovies draped over the halved eggs and lots of pepper. And finally a Sunday night solo pasta using up everything I needed from the fridge/cupboards.
A few things to cook this week:
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