Hurwundeki: lunch and a haircut

1. hurwundeki japche

On Tuesday morning it took me about 15 minutes to dry my hair. No enormous surprise, because it’d been over a year since it’d last been cut, and it had got long. Most people would simply think “I’ll ring my hairdressers and book an appointment.” But here lies my problem. When you only get your hair cut once a year, you don’t really have a regular hairdressers to go to…. 

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Øllebrød & Grød

ollebrod grod rye porridge

Since slipping a disc in a kitchen as a teenager, Mum has been prone to having a bad back. But whenever she comes to visit, she insists on lugging the most enormous booty down from Leicestershire with her. She’s been known to arrive at the Barnet Grove bus stop with a box of six (glass) bottles of homemade elderflower cordial and litre jars of jams and chutneys in tow.… 

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E Pellicci

e pellicci

Crikey, I hate Pret a Manger. Their fresh from the fridge, wet bread sandwiches. Their £2.10 cardboard cups of charcoal coffee. The fact that they began blasting out Christmas music in August. And let’s not even get started on their dubious ethics and employment strategies.… 

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Food Odyssey in Kerala

Back from Kerala about a stone heavier, covered in mosquito bites and buzzing from an epic adventure.

We travelled between Fort Cochin, Ooty and Alleppy on trains, buses, and boat. We infiltrated the Maharaja of Mysore’s summer palace, had an epiphany over the actual meaning of ‘masala’, and Tom narrowly escaped serious injury after throwing himself headfirst down an 8ft ladder carrying a tea tray…. 

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