Sunday Mornings

There isn’t quite anything so
lovely as a rare Sunday lie-in, with your best boy & fur baby. We treated
ourselves to a lovely cup of tea, and gastronomes delight – Fish Finger
Sandwiches. Between the
crisp Fish Fingers, luscious white bread, the Tartare Sauce which was handmade,
and well … why mess with perfection? Not super healthy, but we behaved for the rest of the day to make up for it.

Queue the Maroon 5 (Edit: I’ve
just noticed this should be cue – do you think this is a Freudian slip showing
how I’m becoming Anglicized? The English love queuing. It’s quite refreshing though that people show such manners, and amusing  when waiting for something and someone butts in line out of place getting ‘the tutt’.)

“Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you”

It is surprising though, how many
up-scale restaurants are beginning to go-back-to-basics pulling home comfort
recipes out of their childhoods and are trying to re-invent or put a gourmet
twist on them. Every cooking show you see lately seems to be harkening back to
past favourites.


Todays workout: Rest day + usual Sunday chores.

What is your favourite way to begin a Sunday morning? What is your
soundtrack?

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