I’m still trying to take it easy after a mid-week relapse, or should I say a sudden decline in my health, something I can only seem to attribute to the fast-paced nature of the last couple of weeks. Having talked about baking bread every week for the better part of the last six months, I finally made an effort to bake a loaf, something which I had been told was almost foolproof. Clearly the key word I should have been paying attention to there was ‘almost’, as the end result was rather dense, although thankfully was able to serve its purpose as a canvas for some delicious spreads and french cheeses. Not every effort can turn out a success.
The afternoon, I spent catching up with Nina and her man, drinking coffee down at Customs and finding ourselves wandering through specialty food stores and the inevitable, looking at shoes. Catching up on everything from MBFWA to our matching Karen Walker knitwear to Nina’s newly acquired kitten, it felt like one of those Saturdays when they are at their best, even with the constant downpour of rain.