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| Lemon posset with passionfruit & homemade shortbread |
Wake/eat/run/do/eat/do/eat/sleep.
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Living could be so banal, were it not for the simple pleasures, repetitive as they are, that swim within the interludes.
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Another weekend, another brunch: The Bolingbroke, on the Northcote Road (South London). Arrived too late for brunch, settling on a starter, some accompaniments, & a dessert. Excellent food, possibly an entry into one of the top 5 desserts I've ever tasted (don't ask me to name the rest, or in any order, that would be too much responsibility for me to foster on a Sunday morning!) The passionfruit was tart & tangy but still sweet, the posset incredibly creamy, & the shortbread biscuits defiantly light to the touch, buttery & crumbly.
In light of the erratic weather (mainly rain), I wore my new tres skinny coupe dark-wash blue jeans & grey Topshop sweater, brightened things up with a red lipstick by Revlon & red hair-tie, & added a cream & grey tartan wrap from Zara, plus Hunters.
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| freshly baked bread |
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| A good strong olive oil with balsamic |
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| selection of olives & pickled peppers |
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| Norfolk asparagus with confit egg yolk & shaved parmesan |
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| seared scallops with spiced lentils & parma ham |
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| refreshments |
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| grey sweater on a rainy day |
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| cappuccino |
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| dessert. |
{all photos by me}
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