These days, Kenz and I are doing a lot more cooking together. As a result, we've started going to the market for actual food, rather than for just a voyeuristic jaunt. We still get most of our groceries at the grocery store, but the market is good for specialty items.
The market is a collection of food stalls. There are several that provide the same types of food, so they each do their own thing to stand apart. Some focus on providing ready-to-eat food as their primary source of income while others prioritize selling goods to take home. There are a few florists, but most everything else is food.
|Those that aren't selling ready-to-eat food often have carcasses hanging from the stall. (to show how fresh everything is?)|
|The long lines are usually found at the ready-to-eat stalls|
|Kenz has gotten into chilis and powders|
|Of course she got cheese. Who do you think she is?|
|Kenz got mussels and scallops this week|
We had Owen by for dinner last weekend as well. I introduced him to my new favorite combination snack: cured boar, cured venison, and unsalted cashews. I also hipped him to another new snack I've found: Inspiralled's Kale Chips.
|There's a lot of different flavors. My favorite is Wasabi Wheatgrass. Wheat, Dairy, Gluten, and Sugar free - the only ingredients are dried Kale and whatever the flavor is. Kenz and Owen aren't sold, but I like them!|
|We had tuna, swordfish, and BEANS!|
My buddy, Jason, invited me out last week for dinner and a catch-up. We went to a place I'd been eying for a few months that specializes in sushi hand rolls. I'd never been in, but was intrigued at the idea. We found out that it wasn't really a restaurant per se - you go to the counter, order the hand rolls you want, and sit at whatever table you want. The rolls were much better than expected (and cheap!).
I made it out to Covent Garden on some errands and found that they're taking a page out of Paris' tourism handbook. In celebration of Valentine's Day, they've got cages that spell the word 'LOVE' set up near the street performers. You can purchase a lock from an attendant that is apparently standing there all day, write you and your lover's name on it, and lock it to the cages. This practice is regular along the bridges in Paris. However, those bridges will stay in Paris - I dunno what's going to happen to this exhibit once February's over. I guess true love isn't eternal in Covent Garden?
|I also saw this shirt for sale.|
|Should we get tickets?|
|2. Do your thang...|
|"Let there be no question or confusion: this is David Ethier's mug"|
Last week, five minutes after posting pics about the leak to this blog, I had a visit from the self-proclaimed 'leak inspectors'. We've still got one, in case you were wondering...
My computer finally arrived on Tuesday; I'd been so disappointed that it hadn't arrived earlier that it was almost a non-event. See, I had to special order it because I wanted an American keyboard. Yea, they're different. I had told some friends that by the time it arrived, I'd have 'the thousand yard stare'. I was sure to send them my face the day it arrived.
|At least I could restore all my information. It only took about two hours.|
|My best impression of the 1000 yard stare|
|This is how the UK sees us.|
|Just some milk by the dumpster. No big deal.|
Since I'll be gone next week, I'm missing Valentine's Day (which, apparently is a bigger deal than I'd remembered; I booked the tickets before I realized I'd be missing that day; I blame my buddy for scheduling his wedding on the 16th). Kenz and I exchanged gifts yesterday; I had a poor showing. I'd gone out to the Johnny Cupcakes store to get her the newly-released, Valentine's themed t-shirt. I thought that'd make a great gift. You know, because I'm a dumbass.
Kenz, on the other hand, had ordered me a package from Athleat. She had seen how often I had been going to the grocery store to re-up on foods that are in line with the type of diet I've been sticking to and found this website. The focus of the site is to provide folks with locally sourced, free range, grass-fed meat - all principles tangentially related to the 'paleo' diet, which is what CrossFitters advocate. It may be that I've drunk the Kool Aide; we'll see. Either way, it was pretty awesome to see her struggle/stroll into the house, carrying this huge package filled with meatstuffs. There were chicken breasts, sirloin steaks, beef steaks, mince, and enough jerky to keep me satisfied for over a month! We laughed with each other as I pulled bag after bag after bag out of the box - it felt endless. We struggled to find enough room in our little freezer! She also hooked it up with a new batch of serious coffee from London's premiere coffee shop.
Methinks I've got some making-up to do!
|"It's from Guatemala - I figured you'd want to try it before you go visit." - Kenz, the best gift-giver|
|Look at all that meat!|
Thanks for reading; have a great weekend!