Friday, 8 July 2011
English tomatoes, including san marzanos, baby plums and tiger skins, amongst others, marjoram, pedro ximenez vinegar, a little thyme, and Syrian allepo pepper. I've been waiting for this moment since the end of the English tomatoes in September.
Not today. Or yesterday. Or even the day before. But a catch none the less. A carrier bag full of little fishies, caught on the calm Balearic waters off the island of Ibiza, and cooked up for (an admittedly fairly modest) dinner. That's what I call a stag do.