deli­cious spring

-- March 18th, 2015 --
sarah rowing

Until today, I would have said that the Eng­lish air held an unmis­tak­able warmth of spring.  Then I got onto my bike for yoga and pos­i­tively froze this morn­ing!  But a beau­ti­ful, crisp day, rem­i­nis­cent of Saturday’s “Women’s Head of the River Race” on the Thames.  Fourth from the left in this photo is the divine Sarah Weaver, in from Cam­bridge, our house­guest from the evening before.  We screamed our­selves silly when she went by.  We felt very cool to know some­one in the race, and sat with our cof­fee on the river’s edge, watch­ing the spectacle.


It’s just lovely liv­ing so near to the Thames.  Some­day I will suc­ceed in get­ting a pho­to­graph of the river rolling by out­side my bed­room win­dow.  In the mean­time, all I can do is assure you how hyp­notic it is, with the lights glit­ter­ing over the tidal movement.

Spring, how­ever chilly, has been deli­cious.  I could not have pre­dicted how relax­ing it would be to enjoy Life After Cook­book, pick­ing up the threads of my social exis­tence that had been put rather on hold in favor of things like acquir­ing ISBNs, import licences, writ­ing an index, mail­ing hun­dreds of books.  We’ve had time to enjoy the fre­quent vis­its of dear Cressie, the neigh­bor cat who defines “fluff.”

cressie best

Cressie appears in the gar­den, meow­ing silently out­side the glass door, des­per­ate for some love.  Of course, neigh­bor­hood opin­ion is divided between those of us who think of her as Cressie and those of us who think of her as Oscar.  It’s not important.

Last week I mean­dered into Blooms­bury to meet my friend Jen at the phe­nom­e­nally deli­cious Honey and Co., brain­child of Sarit Packer and Ita­mar Srulovich, Mid­dle East­ern chefs extra­or­di­naire.  We sat down to the crunchi­est cinnamon-flecked, sesame-covered falafel to start, and pro­gressed to a sort of lamb and cau­li­flower shepherd’s pie with a yogurt and sesame crust.  But the star of the lunch was the fresh, grilled sar­dines, my first ever.  Stuffed with herbs and intensely lemony, these small fishes were a rev­e­la­tion.  We ate every sin­gle bit.

sardine heads

Jen is the ulti­mate food-loving lunch com­pan­ion, match­ing me for obses­sive­ness bite for bite.  We take for­ever over every dish, ana­lyz­ing ingre­di­ents, com­bi­na­tions of fla­vors, tex­tures.  It’s a great deal of fun, for us (and it means no one else has to put up with us).

I popped into this incred­i­ble book­store on the way home.  My theatre-loving friends and fam­ily would sim­ply be in heaven, being able to do that.

theatre bookshop

Sim­ply shelf after shelf of dear Shakespeare.

shakespeare shelves

Why not come home…