if there is a word to describe the past two days, ravenous would do quite nicely. which accounts for the amount of food ordered last night on my second visit to the provision shop, this time with desmond: smoked salmon salad that made me think of a salad once had at journeyman, with those wide ribbons of cucumber, thinly sliced red apples, some mint, ikura (odd choice, that), skinny spears of aspargus, aioli; butternut squash and spinach lasagne; more perogis (warm and creamy); fettucine with ragu (tender, sweet beef); cotechino sausages (!) sitting on ultra-creamy polenta and walnut pesto, grilled broccolini (juicy!); barramundi sitting on a mound of cold potato and french bean salad, tiny brown olives just like they used to serve at cocotte with the rillette.this morning, a massive fry-up at home of eggs and bacon, also to add to the inventory, waffles and granola and yoghurt and coffee, and still hungry enough to wander into the kitchen two hours later for makeshift ochazuke and then a curry puff and a bng kueh at tea time.
and now, starving once again, and the clock barely striking 6 in a household that has dinner at 8. what a life, to be enslaved by one’s mecurial appetite.
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