...by a nice bit of packaging. Come on, who could resist these gorgeous strawberries, placed so carefully in this natty box? They smell lovely too.
I do like to find food presented in recyclable/re-useable packaging instead of plastic. Although, at last we have had the news that a new recycling bin will be delivered in a few weeks' time. A brown one.
Into this box we may put plastic, cardboard and metals, but not glass- which must still go in the green tub. That will make four bins to put out at varying intervals, but I for one am glad. It will mean I won't have to keep plastics in the cellar and make special trips to the re-cycling centre. Fortunately we have room for an extra bin but some people will be pressed to find space for four bins. Quite a lot of old houses here are terraces with no back garden access. These people already have to either trundle the bins through the house, or use precious front garden space.
For three weeks I've been wanting to make some madeleines but there have been no ground almonds in the shops here. Have I missed something? Have they been found to melt cellulite or knock ten years off your face? I did manage to get some today in an obscure shop, even they were very low. Most odd.
In the meantime I succumbed and bought the Little Paris Kitchen cookbook. I sort of watched the programmes. They annoyed me, though the food looks good. Annoyed because the woman supposedly lives in a rabbit hutch in Paris, but has every gadget and utensil known to man stashed away in magic cupboards. She is also horribly photogenic and talented. Even taking that into account I may make her madeleines and give Nigella's the heave-ho this time around.
I'm in that sort of mood at the moment. Sometimes I just can't stand the whole world. Loud voices in shops make me boil, scraping chairs drive me mad, slow/fast/careless drivers incense me. I, of course, am faultless and never annoying.
Other times I love all humanity and find eccentric people charming, give way to plonker drivers, chuckle at children running amok in eateries. Possibly it's hormonal but I also have a nasty suspicion it's to do with the moon phase. I'm not joking, the full moon is almost upon us and with that my misanthropy will reach a peak, after which we can all relax and be lovely to each other.


