So...food.

Food. Lovely isn't it?...ummm...... I was, and am, still unclear whether food should really be part of the blog, and what writing about it would end up like. But, fuck that, I love food and am just going to ramble on about stuff seeing what happens.

So, what I've been enjoying eating recently is summery things. I don't mean salads (long-held motto being 'you don't make friends with salad' - at least not as a meal on its own. Great accompaniment maybe but a leaf is not a lunch...) but instead fresh tomatoes, Mediterranean flavours and ingredients, white wine making an appearance, fish, sugarsnap peas and yogurt. A current favourite way to start a lazy weekend day is a very simple omlette with a massive handful of parsley thrown in, served alongside some nice, interesting bread (nutty or soda...), goats cheese and fresh tomatoes cut up with salt, pepper and balsamic vinegar. Its almost a meze breakfast and great with orange juice, tea, the papers and a few cigarettes. Heaven.

I've also been making a spinach, ricotta and feta cannelloni around and about a recipe given to me by my friend rebekka - so easy and good for my vegetarian flatmates. The sauce is just red onion and garlic fried out, a few tins of good tomatoes, red wine, soy, worcestershire sauce and basil cooked slowly for half an hour or so. This is then poured over the cannelloni tubes which are stuffed with spinach (frozen is fine, and much cheaper, but can sometimes taste ever so slightly gritty and lacking in freshness....), crumbled feta and some nice ricotta. Amazing.

Somehow, whilst thinking about summery foods and other nice things, my mind has become stuck on tea. I love tea. I know everyone thinks they love tea but I'm fairly sure I love it more. Tea and I are like bonnie and clyde......gav and charlotte....... the french and surrendering... I just can't believe that anyone derives quite as much pleasure from tea as I do - it's a very powerful animalistic need in me...coffee hits a totally different spot so its not just the caffeine, but there's something essentially spiritual about a good cup of tea. Anyway, a couple of times recently, I've been lucky enough to wake up in a bed with a teasmaid sat within easy reach! I can confirm that there is no greater wake-up call than hearing the hiss of the teasmaid as the hot water transfers to the teapot, knowing your tea is brewing as your eyes open... sipping that tea, coupled with radio 4 on the teasmaid's alarm, is a truly regal beginning to a day...

Anyway, that's it, half an hour's tangental musings on food. And tea.