The Bedside Crow

Beetroot pickle, you say?

 

Certainly sir. And garlic, too. And a box of recipe cards from the fabulous Ganapati south London south Indian kitchen.
   

Italian market.

Public service announcement: There is a fantastic Italian food market across the road from the shop today and tomorrow. Really worth paying a visit.

 
 

Dear publishing, how much do I love thee?

I've just popped the seal on a never-before opened carton of pristine hardback copies of Nigel Slater's Kitchen Diaries which I'm going to sell for £12.99. That's a tad over half-price and four quid cheaper than the paperback.

I've also got a bundle of Ballard's and Revolutionary Road (Revolutionary Road!) for £3.99.

Apologies for the late opening this morning.

 

I blame Gennaro, the second bottle of Gavi and the generous offer of free brandy. If you've never eaten at Luigi's one of the oldest Trattoria in London, then you really should. Particularly if you want a mid 80s flashback. In a good way.

A customer offers a review.

  

A loud northern voice rises from the Cookery section at the back of the shop.

A book is being waved in the air.

You know these Wild Gourmets, these 'adventurers in food and freedom' they're a couple of TOOLS really, aren't they. Posh TOOLS going WILD in the country.

For a week. Before they go home to mummy and daddy and the big house in TOOLshire.

Lunch

Sold!

 

That will be one hundred pounds please sir.

What's that? You would like the El Bulli too, sir.

Certainly sir!

What I really need right now Daniel, is for somebody to come in and buy a cookbook that costs one hundred pounds.

 

I've put it in the window, like a flag.

Father's Day elephant cookie

Baked by the teenager, offered to St Anthony.

I am

over here again today. Do come over.