Friday - went to my mums house. I was tired and starving when I got there and I put my mum in a bad mood in the car but I forget how I did it. We got back and my little brother (Joshua, 15) had completely forgotten to stir or keep an eye on the chill which was burnt. He had been drawing a storyboard for a plasticine animation that he is going to make, my mum forgave him because he had been doing something creative and not watching TV.
I had to wait for 30 minutes in agony from being so hungry with nothing to eat in the house until the chili was served. it was alright but the rice was overly sticky and not very nice, she made a delicious houmous which I just smeared over everything to make it taste better. The best thing my mum cooks is stew with dumplings and as I don't visit very often I would like it if she made it every time I came down to see her.
Saturday - I got the coach to see my friend Theodora in Cambridge. It was a beautiful coach journey and the late afternoon sun was making London look golden. It is so nice just to get out of London sometimes and go past fields and big pylons. Also the moon was big and full and low and playing some kind of funny game with the clouds so I spent a lot of my journey just giggling at it.
My cowboy boot has a big hole in it and the streets in Cambridge were wet so I had to do this funny thing with my foot when we walked up to Theo's house that made it look like I was limping and didn't really keep my foot dry. We stopped at Sainsburys and I bought one of their cheap goats cheese and a red wine that was reduced to four pounds but in a posh looking bottle with a pretty picture of a hummingbird on the front.
Theo made me a pasta with spinach and cream and cherry tomatoes and goats cheese. Theo has always made amazing food for me since I was 14 and she was 13 and we would go back to her house over a weekend of partying to get some sun dried tomato paste and goats cheese sandwiched on brown bread with seeds. Her mum is one of my favourite cooks in fact and they often have pasta with a salad (and amazing dressing) and they eat it every night together like a picnic on the sitting room floor. We ate and drank a cheap acidic wine and talked about how mental people in Cambridge are and I wished there was more of the pasta because it was creamy and more-ish.
We watched a lunar eclipse that made the moon turn red for a bit but didn't do much else and then this boy called barefoot Pete came over with Hebrew writing on his arm and he cooked lots of k up in the kitchen. I used to live with a boy who cooked k when I was 15 and I remember it smelling like a fried breakfast and not being too bad but this time the smell really bothered me and it felt like it was invading me so I had to sit outside on the doorstep for a bit. He did not wash the pans up after him, so he had bad manners as well as a bad beard that made him look as though he had long pubes growing from his face.
We went to a party down the road at about 2 in the morning where I got to experience lots of Cambridge students first hand, most of them are gay with each other. I told a lie to one called Enzo that I was the neighbour from next door round to complain about the noise keeping my kids up. He believed me and apologised but said it wasn't his party. We didn't stay long at the party and I crashed out in Theo's bed almost the second we got home.
Sunday - Before I got the coach home we went to Theo's favourite panini place on drummer street we walked past a very beautiful round church (one of only two in the country) and Theo told me a bit about the history of Cambridge city and how it is the only city in England with no cathedral. I cannot remember the name of the panini place, it sounded like sasindys but I don't think it was. It was very busy and we got the last two seats in there. Theo had something with pesto but I didn't pay too much attention because my panini was far more exciting. I had dolcelatte, mozzarella and artichoke hearts. It cost £4.50 to eat in which in my opinion is pretty expensive but maybe that's how paninis roll these days? Back when I was a regular panini purchaser they were £2.95. It was perfect, the bread wasn't too hard or too soft or too crispy, it was Goldilocks just right and the cheese was creamy rich and beautiful and Theo bought me a cloudy apple and elderflower juice bottled in Cambridgshire that made me want to live in an orchard.
The round church -
The coach trip back home to London was not quite as fun as the way there, a woman with big long false nails sat next to me and I wanted lots of room. I did make a big list of all the things I want to do this year which included
- making at least two films,
- finishing building a miniature village,
- getting into film school and
- getting a job with observer food monthly.
I had to do the funny limp thing again in the wet streets on the way from the coach station to the bus station at Victoria. I stopped briefly in Yo Sushi and they annoyed me. I only wanted a crispy salmon skin ISO, the waiter said I should eat more and I told him that was all I wanted thank you so he pointed out that I had only eaten an ISO roll (which was very handy because I consume small amounts of food and then completely forget what I have just done!) and finally let me go when I said really truly honestly that was all that I wanted.
I didn't have dinner at dinnertime because I was sulking but Jonny bought it up when I was normal again so I had a delicious roast at 3 in the morning. Jonny's mum is a great cook.
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