And That's Perfect Skin

I know, I know!!! I've resorted to blipping me dinner, that's a step backwards. Well, if I'm honest, they all seem to be backward steps these days. I'm not letting anyone down but myself.

So, here's tonight's offering .... Saturday's blip, scrubbed, boiled, buttered and sea-salted

The tomatoes are Tesco's not-so-finest and the tart is M&S, Leek & Gruyere. I so could have made it myself, I just chose not to.

On the subject of cooking, I bought another cookery book on Saturday. Nigel Slater's 'Real Fast Food' for the princely sum of £1.99, be rude not to at that price. Nige has been setting the scene, explaining his store cupboard essentials etc and is now explaining measurements, some can be slapdash, some have to be almost scientifically accurate. Some are just bizarre ... a small glass of wine 'means a Paris goblet' and a small bunch of herbs means the size of 'a child's posy'. I mean, Nige man, wtf???




Perfect Skin, Lloyd Cole and The Commotions 1984 Oh and Lloyd was my imaginary boyfriend for about 8 minutes in the early 80's, he was never going to be a keeper though, two black polo neck jumpers in the relationship just wouldn't have worked.