The heatwave may have subsided but inside I am melting. Projects, to-do lists, mental notes, a spooling Google Calendar and errands to run not helped by a near week-long tube strike. I wrote this sentence almost an hour ago and remembered ten other things on my list that I’d either forgotten or had to do so I wouldn’t forget, and on top of that I’m thinking about breakfast (eggs, tomatoes on toast, frozen banana and spinach smoothie, wish I had some comté). Luckily my fridge is much more ordered and tranquil than my brain: it’s bursting with greens (spinach, rocket, cucumbers, fennel, courgettes, chives from mum’s garden) and fruit (strawberries, bananas, raspberries). I’m having a renewed love affair with new potatoes and of course that means a new packet of Kerry Gold butter. Barbecues are back, evenings are light-filled and come with pizza and a pint of beer in the park, and there are all manner of salads to make.
You’re going to love Crying in H-Mart!