How hard is it to poach an egg?
A lot harder than boiling one, and way more difficult than frying. Mine always end up with runny whites, or angry and rubbery from being overboiled.
But today I had a chance encounter with a perfectly poached egg – well, two actually.
It was one of those rushing-about, not-quite-ready, where’s-my-jumper mornings, with a pinch of tripping-over-the-cat. Then Ted helped me take a small mountain of parcels to Brixton post office, and after half an hour of battling the automatic machine (with help from a very lovely lady) the parcels were finally weighed, stamped and dispatched.
What a relief.
I needed coffee. I stepped outside the post office.
As if by magic, this sign appeared:
So yesterday, Ted and I went out for breakfast, in search of something healthy.
Nothing grabbed us on Coldharbour Lane (I miss the Phoenix so much) so we went into Market Row.
Before we could even look at the temptation that is Express Café (best eggs in Brixton FYI) we saw that Kuku, the pretty new Persian place was open.
“I wonder if they do … AAIIEE!” I said. Because who was inside, but Saja! Which of course she was, because who else would be running it, and how daft of me not to realise before.
I’d heard from Josh that a certain galactic princess had landed in Peckham while I was away. So on Tuesday, I hopped on
the Millennium Falcon a 37 bus to see.
*sniff* I miss Carrie. Her voice was unique.
Hasn’t the weather been beautiful this week?
Ted and I decided to go out for lunch after our Friday swim. We were planning to head to Pop Brixton for a tasty something, but he’d spotted Barbacoa on Brixton Station Road on Thursday and his head was filled with thoughts of smoked, grilled chicken.
So if you heard there was a kind of street food that’s sweet, light as air, crispy and soft, *and* comes with fruit or chocolate, you’d be interested, right?
Of course you would.
Well, let me introduce you to Hiufu.
Hiufu is one of the sweetest and smartest people I know. She has a wicked sense of humour and great ideas, like, “We’re not at work today and it’s 4 in the afternoon, shall we have cocktails?”
It was super exciting to hear all about her idea for a Hong Kong style egg waffle food startup earlier this year.
And now it’s real!
So yesterday, Ted, Rachel and I headed over to Brick Lane to visit Hiufu and her brand-new egg waffle enterprise, Lub Lub London.
… and hello Autumn.
No question that it’s here now – the temperature’s dropped, the night air has a cool edge to it, and rain showers have arrived.
A quick dash over to Boundary Street for lunch with lovely Urmee and her accomplice, Bertie.
It’s that blissful time of year when everyone in London moves Outside in search of Fresh Air, albeit the kind that has the worst pollution in Europe.
So Ted, the LondonBFF and I decided to picnic on Clapham Common to celebrate Friday and summer and sunshine etc.
Off to Dalston Street Feast last night, with the East London comrades.