I already have a draft post that’s been half-written for nearly a month now. The problem with that is that there’s too much to describe and I think I’m a little too pedantic, which makes it more work than it really should be.
However, I had a lovely time in London over the weekend and thought I’d share a little of what I ate.
First, I made figs and goats cheese as a quick starter for lunch on Saturday. I believe figs are in season now, and the figs we bought certainly lived up to that, subtly sweet and juicy. I picked up some goats cheese from the butcher down the road – it’s a gorgeous sweet, cheese with a rind and creamy outer layer similar to camembert, with a firmer, almost crumbly centre. After slicing the figs open with a cross-cut (see this for a proper written description), I wedged a small piece of the amazing goats cheese in the centre. Then I baked them at about 180-200°C for 5 to 8 minutes, just enough to melt the cheese and allow the figs to warm up a bit. It’s a classic pairing and I certainly understood why after the first, warm burst of sweet and salty melted cheese in my mouth as I bit into the fig.
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I went to the zoo two weeks ago, for the first time in my life. When I was younger I never went because my mother didn’t agree with the idea of caging animals, and felt uncomfortable about supporting it, and my dad just went along with her. I spent enough time on farms and around horses and various other domestic animals growing up, so I didn’t miss out on animal interaction as a child. Also I didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything because you can’t really miss something that you have no inkling about, really.
Then, at the ripe old age of somewhere in my late twenties, my best friend suggested a day at the London Zoo. There’s a new tiger exhibition, she told me one day over lunch. Also there’s a penguin beach at zoo.
Well, I couldn’t really say no to tigers and penguins, could I?
So we rolled up to the zoo, got our tickets (2 for the price of 1, with the purchase of any two rail tickets) and there we were: a pair of childless, non-romantically linked adults in 36 acres of zoo, surrounded by either photography-mad, affectionate couples or squealing kids and their parents and/or teachers. Continue reading A trip to the zoo