Sometimes there are days when you want to be transported to somewhere else. Somewhere exotic. Somewhere far away from the sadness in your city.
But maybe in these times, it’s a case of putting one foot in front of the other. Of picking ourselves up and being resolutely normal.
Today I was determined that everything would be normal.
So I started thinking instead about what I could cook to take us away from the awfulness of last night, and remembered I had a pork fillet in the freezer and a small jar of pork and green peppercorn pate in the cupboard.
Which means one thing:
Bahn mi.
