Today’s pastry bread pudding is a nostalgic one., made from gifted day-old pastries from friends, and a leftover jar of mum’s ultimate Lemon Curd; half of which fueled my favourite paintballing troops this past weekend. The other, served on Great Grand-Maman’s hand monogrammed handkerchiefs and eaten in my first London flat.
I don't know how, or when, or why for that matter, I came to be so obsessed with Peanut Butter. But I am. And as accepting the fact is the first step to recovery, I have decided to indulge in this obsession whenever, however possible, allowing it to healthily run its course (yes healthy and obsession were just used in the same sentence).
Today is July 4th. There are many things going through my mind: I miss America (more than I expected to). I miss San Francisco. I miss my friends. Craving some smoked bbq ribs right about now. With whom can I celebrate here. How do I celebrate this year. Where did this recent obsession with Peanut Butter + Jelly come from. It's 900 degrees. I want an Ice Cream Sandwich. PEANUT BUTTER + JELLY ICE CREAM SANDWICH. Breakfast style.