In no particular order, some thoughts and photographs from the last fortnight.
Radishes, lots of them, from the farmers market, as modelled by M. Eaten in a Salad Nicoise (minus the fish, which C says is what makes it, but there you go), or simply sprinkled with ground black pepper and a little salt. A Boat Race, lost. Vases of daffodils, tulips, filling the flat. Dinner at Tayyabs, finally. Sunlight slanting in through the kitchen blinds when I get home from work. A walk to Hampstead, yellow mimosa tumbling over walls. Hot chocolate, marshmallow packed, from Ginger & White. Bags of purple sprouting broccoli, sent down from Norfolk by Mum, eaten with pasta at Anna's house, in quiches, in Thai Green Curry. Early evening running, Primrose Hill, Regent's Park, Paul Simon's Graceland on the ipod. Dal cooked on a slightly gloomy Sunday evening, fiery shades of the ingredients looking very pretty indeed. Sun setting over Islington rooftops, stunning colours. Burgers, fries and coke floats at Byron, cocktails at one bar, then another. An impromptu picnic in the park, with B and another M, Kettle Chips and pink lemonade. Blossom, purple, pink. Majestic magnolias. Bread, made by M, pea and little gem lettuce soup made by me. Windows left open at night for the first time this year.
Spring is most definitely here, and that's not even including this week, where the sun has truly been out in force.