Leftovers #9
I opened up Conversations On Love by Natasha Lunn the other day. I’d found it too difficult to get all the way through a while back, and figured now would be a good time to finally finish it. As I turned to the page I’d earmarked, I realised that the place I’d left it at was the third part of the book: how can we survive leaving love? This was either kismet or a cruel little joke I’d played on myself.
For some reason I find myself reaching for things all around the theme of love, which might be a childhood hang up of punishing myself a little, wanting to feel that pang of pain. But also, perhaps, a glimmer of hope.
This weekend two very good friends are getting married and I’ll be surrounded by some of my closest friends, and I’ll probably cry a little but luckily there will be delicious food cooked by Jen and Anja, which I’m sure will distract me for a good while. For now, here are a few leftovers from a strangely gloomy and grey London (nothing to do with my mood. At all).
If you’re looking for a piled-high, seriously-stuffed sandwich in London, I wrote about 2000 words on 15 places to grab one for The Modern House, from the best bành mí in Clapton to bacon butties at St John.
A return to this camping pan that brings me right back to the shed days, and is absolutely perfect for sage fried eggs.
Eric Joon Ho always knows what I want to eat. Here he is for New York Times Cooking on why salmon and rice go so well together.
And while you’re here, here’s a recipe for crispy rice and salmon from a past SNOA a few weeks back.
I’m such a sucker for any food video reel on Instagram, even when they’re from Buzzfeed Tasty (or even worse, Twisted, which is my secret guilty pleasure). Like this 5-minute soy glazed hanger steak. That’s how they get you!
Conversely, this is a tasteful one that walks you through a white sausage ragu with leeks and orange.
This new EP from Oh Wonder that I put on repeat for a whole hour whilst I lay on the grass on Sunday, woozy from five glasses of wine and a big lunch at Primeur.
A poem called The Years I was reminded of by Alex Dimitrov, “because sad things can’t be explained”.
400g of good quality lamb mince that I usually ignore when I’m at the grocery store, but decided to buy because meatballs (I made these ones) sounded like a nice idea. Add garlicky chickpeas, the warm courgette and feta yoghurt dip from my last newsletter and some crunchy cukes. Got three and a half meals out of it and only felt slightly weird about munching on a lamb pita at 9am on a Tuesday.
A strangely alluring combination of Mexican and Irish fare that I’ll be lapping up at Hackney pop-up Shankeys’ residency at Spandeli. Sure, why not?
Love Life on BBC iPlayer. Can’t not love Anna Kendrick and got really caught up in that toxic romance with the chef. The second season has just come out and I binged it in a day and it was equally as good, although I missed Zoe Chao.
A sun-soaked reunion at Primeur, drinking orange wine and eating anchovies and olives and courgettes and cavatelli cacio e pepe as if we were on holiday in the south of France.