Ooh, there’s a lovely new stall on the market. It will be my downfall. Thank goodness it is only there once a week. It’s mainly a cheese stall, but also has olives, pâtés, salami and bread – it’s a little pocket deli, in short. The bread does not contain yeast – sourdough starter or similar I suppose; the making process takes three days. There are cheeses I’ve never heard of, including local ones. I bought 2 loaves of bread, a Basque blue cheese, a Norfolk smoked cheddar-type cheese (actually smoked, not injected with smoke flavour), various olives stuffed with nuts, sun-dried tomatoes or feta cheese and a slice of chicken liver pâté and spent £13-something, which was less than my excited brain had expected. There is a very good local deli in fact and I go in there once in a while but it’s too tempting – everything is so delicious that I spend too much and then eat too much.
Cheese is my downfall.
I ate bits of everything for lunch and, in the end, had to resort to eating jelly babies to take the taste of cheese from my taste-buds. After a while, I ate some dry bread to remove the taste of jelly babies (which I bought for the churchwardens’ meeting tonight). Then I found myself eating more cheese.
For supper, as I’m going out in a short time, I’m having more of the same. Not the jelly babies, the rest. I will also take Maltesers and grapes to the meeting, so as to satisfy all tastes.
Ro and the Sage will have fish. Wild sea bass. I will have my share another day. Well, tomorrow. But tomorrow is another day, after all.