A moderately successful presentation and quick meeting, then I’m on the Pendolino down to London fairly earlyish. As I’m a bit skint at the moment I’m hoping for a fairly frugal weekend in Islington.
Mrs Jiffler and I pop over to Waitrose (yeah, they’re posh on the Holloway Road) and pick up a rotisserie chicken, a bag of salad and a packet of garlic bread. I spot some massive Mediterranean tomatoes and Mrs Jiffler agrees we can have one as long as it comes with mozzarella. This is about as pre-prepared as I get with food without hyperventilating, and as it turns out the chicken is lovely – heavily flavoured with rosemary and thyme, the flesh melts in the mouth. Well done Waitrose.
We make a quick stock to reaffirm some of our DIY credentials, and Mrs Jiffler gets busy making a fridge-cook tiffin from digestive biscuits, chocolate, raisins, honey and syrup… mmm.
Mrs Jiffler and I pop over to Waitrose (yeah, they’re posh on the Holloway Road) and pick up a rotisserie chicken, a bag of salad and a packet of garlic bread. I spot some massive Mediterranean tomatoes and Mrs Jiffler agrees we can have one as long as it comes with mozzarella. This is about as pre-prepared as I get with food without hyperventilating, and as it turns out the chicken is lovely – heavily flavoured with rosemary and thyme, the flesh melts in the mouth. Well done Waitrose.
We make a quick stock to reaffirm some of our DIY credentials, and Mrs Jiffler gets busy making a fridge-cook tiffin from digestive biscuits, chocolate, raisins, honey and syrup… mmm.
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