Underground Night Markets, Brixton Pizza

In all the New York posts, there were a couple of weekends that seemed to slip under the radar. So, here's the first. The Underground Night Market hosted by Ms Marmite Lover. The hall, the bedroom, the living room, the balcony, the garden, the summer house all fit to bursting with stalls. A dumpling demo in the kitchen, a campfire at the bottom of the garden, an ice cream van (lavender ice-cream, delicious) in the drive. Cocktails off an ironing board. Nice to see some familiar faces in the form of Lynne from Tea for Joy selling her wonderful Papermash goodies, and a couple of friends we'd made when we'd come to one of Ms Marmite Lover's supper clubs, and to meet Lisa from Me Old China. Our first ever trip to Franco Manca in Brixton for pizza. Oh boy. So. Good. A wander round the market, picking up limes and lemons, cherry tomatoes and peppers for dinner that night. Marine Ices on the way home, a new mural by the Roundhouse where the Banksy, then the leopard used to be. Friends over for dinner, Ottolenghi's vegetable paella, made by me, broad beans, peppers, artichokes, cherry tomatoes, flat leafed parsley. Nigel Slater's lemon posset for dessert and a couple of jugs of cold, strong margaritas made by M.

A weekend largely spent eating, but a good one.