Food porn

Today has been wonderfully sun filled and indulgent. With the boy and I left to our own devices, a quick weekend house clean was followed by a much needed sort out of my recipe folder...

...and the realisation that I couldn't possibly cook any of the recipies it now very neatly contains (this is the food equivalent of never having the right pair of shoes to go with your outfit despite all shoe purchases bring justified as the last on the grounds that these will 'go with everything'). Cue a sneaky trip into town and the entirely justifiable purchase of two new books:

I realise that I have arrived very late to the Ottolenghi party, the fruit punch is a distant memory and limp drunk bodies lie strewn over the furniture wondering how this happened again, but I am so excited to start cooking from this book I can't tell you.

As a west country bumpkin I am also late to the Leon party (too many Shire-based parties and not enough shoes) but having recently received their Breakfast & Brunch book I could not resist. In a predominantly veggie house these two are fast hurtling toward High F-W's Veg Everyday in becoming firm family favourites and I've only managed a quick glance through both between feeding the boy and cajoling Big G into a dog walk. 

Happieness IS these books in Society Cafe | www.society-cafe.com | in my trusty Havaianas (which really do go with everything).