i don’t even think they sell things like mars bars in france? who would notice anyway, haha.
but what is the meaning of thisssss?
vegetarian liberation front propaganda!!!!!!
well, i better get to sleep this minute and stop this line of thought or i’ll head to the fridge. where i’ll find all of this. said no one ever.
make. me. one.
and various permutations thereof. drink up my pretties!
i want to live in the mood this picture evokes. craving, anticipation, beauty, joy, colour, care, calm.
( mrs. smith photography)
stopped in at Spring Street Natural in Soho and they had a lot of great healthy food (vegan/vegetarian/gf, etc) options. this is the seafood risotto starter and i ordered the scrambled eggs which were actually gross. plus it had fries which i don’t really like. so if you go here get a salad or this risotto and you’ll be happy.
i actually did sink my teeth into one of these. we each bought a cupcake and a hot drink and sat out in the little park across the street. i dropped my drink and half of the cupcake. the birds were happy.
speaking of taking a bite…
one of the best things about the uk is marks & spencers. i’ve been waiting like a dog to get this Pressed Pink Lady Apple Juice again. i don’t know, M&S just makes me happy. where else are you going to buy a crayfish and mango shaker salad with coconut and chili dressing? it was actually a bit gross, but thats besides the point!
so this is what an English Breakfast looks like. i can’t believe i tasted the black pudding. it was not yummy. nope. the rest of the breakfast was. the thing to do is time your breakfast close to lunch because then you’re good for the day.
at the table behind me, a father and son were having their breakfast. the son looked like a dopey 22-year-old linebacker. they had the following conversation:
(father is eating his eggs anglaise)
son: what’s anglaise?
dad: one of the great sauces.
son: the gray sauces?
dad: (long pause)… great (terse)
ahahahaha. i was dying inside. too funny!
and what is more french than a patissier?
and how nice was it that they let me take pictures?
everyone says that the French are rude and grumpy but i found them ALL to be really really nice!