practically the only place open at midnight after you've been drinking in the pub is the kebab shop. here's a picture of me and frank in the waning minutes of his 29th birthday on thursday at sarcan kebab on upper street, conveniently located just steps from my bus stop. i often jump of the bus and straight into the kebab shop for a falafel sandwich after a hard night of london drinking.
right now it smells like christmas in my house: i've just candied some nuts and now i have chestnuts roasting in the oven. cooking a christmas meal in london has been a challenge: i couldn't find corn syrup so i bought lyle's golden syrup instead for the pecan pie. for weeks we've been talking about how to make corn bread; i'm going to attempt it using italian polenta.
the english eat turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce and all the trimmings on christmas. well, we're having:
_ rocket and parmesan salad
_ standing rib roast
_ staten island pork
_ meaty laviano lasagne
_ eggplanty laviano parmesan
_ brussels sprouts with pancetta and chestnuts
_ sweet potato souffle
_ pumpkin pie
_ pecan pie
michael just called to say he has been laboring all day over his special family recipe for lasagne and eggplant parmesan - yum! my mouth watered just hearing him describe it.
back to the kitchen. merry christmas, everyone!
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