When I am in a hurry, it is easy to forget to pack everything into my backpack for work. I work in so many different areas and on different projects, so there are always different items I need to take.
I forgot my lunch the other day. But I remembered everything else I needed for the day which was great. I had made some pasta salad for lunch and then left it in the fridge in my hurry to get out of the house.
So I had to buy myself some lunch. Only the area where I was working has a choice of posh cafes and artisan bakeries. I realized that I was going to have to spend more than I wanted on my lunch 😦 Oh well, once in a blue moon is alright.
I opted for PAUL, simply because there was no queue. I didn’t have long before I needed to be at work. I looked at the vegetarian choices hoping there was one without dairy (that normally means I buy vegan). I saw a vegan baguette and asked for that one.
Three hours later I actually was able to sit down and eat my lunch. Well…what I surprise I had. It turned out the main feature of the baguette I had bought was Brussel sprouts. Ah-hah! Sprouts – along with carrots, pickled red cabbage, chestnuts – apparently there were also hummus, spinach and two kinds of preserves, a chutney and a jam, all packed into a delicious bread. I tasted the cranberries in the bread, but when I checked the website, it turns out that sage and onion were in there too.
Who would have thought that Brussel sprouts in a baguette could be so delicious. It was a scrumptious vegan roast dinner in perfect bread. Flavours to drool over. Aaaaah sigh! I was so glad to have forgotten my pasta salad afterall.
Best sandwich I have had all year in fact!
I am going to admit, I have not been 100% all week. I had a scare earlier this week. Fortunately I was with a friend who knows all about my history since the head injuries. She went on to cause traffic chaos in a busy London road by doing a u-turn in a major carriage way and whisking me into the nearby accident and emergency…and it has shaken me up. Possibly her driving shook me up more than what had happened to me causing her to react that way! But am still here, live and kicking and trying not to be overwhelmed by it all.
When my manager started to become infuriated about his habits and had words with him, the following workday he said he couldn’t come because he had slipped over on the railway station platform and hurt his leg. So then for the next few weeks he came limping into work and insisted that he could only sit – with his feet up on a footstool – and was not able to do any physical work. Now the ironic thing is that me and another colleague saw him running like Usain Bolt several times during that period so that he would not miss his train.
Well, I have never eaten real turkey. But recently I did try some Tofurkey slices and made myself a sandwich with salad and mayonnaise. It was not terrible. I prefer my avocado sandwiches in all honesty. But, I might have it again for a change.
One of my American friends said something that made us laugh. She said she wondered why the English don’t do thanksgiving, then she came to live in the UK and saw the size of our houses and she is not surprised any longer!
If someone is making a roast dinner they normally give me something like a nut-roast or a vegetarian wellington – as in pastry casing surrounding some kind of indulgent vegetarian filling. I would be just as happy with a bowl of brussel sprouts and some French beans and a couple of roasties. You might be pulling your face, but everyone wants to do swapsies with me at the dinner table!
“Jack, there has been a lot of damage done. I don’t understand what has been going on between you and I, it’s confusing and frustrating. This extraordinary pressure on whether a romance will develop has been unbearable. I was never against a romance developing. But I think we should both forget that for now and go back to building a basic friendship. 
What happened to you? Why did you go from making me feel we were true friends to shunning and slandering me? I would give anything to go back to the way thing used to be. More than anything you are one of the dearest men to my heart. I do love you very very much. I look up to you and admire you. With you, it is like looking up to an older brother who I am proud of and slightly in awe of. I have lived with you, I know all your faults and bad habits. Yet, I adore you. 
It has to be the odd cheesy smells! The stronger the better!
I absolutely love cheese…but my body does not. My body punishes me if I give into my dairy cravings. Since I stopped eating cheese, the smell of it drives me wild with desire!
So I will share something smaller and shorter.
Now Diedre really wanted to try eating frog’s legs (when in Rome). I was pulling faces at the idea of it though. It was not just because I was a vegetarian. I don’t have any problem with other people eating meat. I even cook meat for friends and family (and clients of course). The reason I was so reluctant to watch her tucking into frog’s legs, is that since I was a little girl I have loved frogs. We used to be fascinated by watching the tadpoles in local ponds develop into tiny tiny little froglings and then growing bigger over time.
Well, Deidre was very kind and abstained from frog’s legs during the whole holiday. She said she might travel to France on another occasion and try them out, but she would not dream of eating them in front of me.
Later than evening. Deidre handed me a little gift box. When I opened it up this tiny little glass frog was inside. It is about two centimetres tall and it’s length and width are no more than four centimetres each way. I loved it!!! I have never really been an ornaments person, but my one very special little ornament is my glass frog all the way from Èze. For twenty years I have been treasuring this tiny delicate little glass frog, and to this day, there is not the slightest damage on it.
Caramel 