To be around joy is joyous. The mood in London this weekend is electric as the country holds its breath waiting for England to win against Italy in the Euros. As I write, a goal is scored. Screams are echoing from each apartment and cars are honking horns in the streets. No matter the result, it is a nice end to a special few days. It's been a birthday cake for breakfast sort of week as it began with my boyfriend turning thirty. I made the Proper Chocolate Cake from one of January's newsletters and decorated it with his beloved geraniums.
As we started the week with champagne and Crêpes Suzette at his birthday dinner it seemed to set the mood for the following days. This joy carried on with dinner at a friends house to eat the most magnificent menu of burrata with anchovies and peppers, the most spectacular saffron risotto, and affogato (Imogen, you are a marvel). I wanted to keep pausing to see the moments of joy. Like interrupting my parent's Scrabble game on FaceTime amidst lockdown in Sydney when if only for a moment, it felt like I could reach out and rearrange the tiles on the words they were spelling out for each other amidst their laughs.
Find the joy where you can this week, a ripe fig, a very good glass of wine or just having the freedom to decide what you want to do with your day. Joy spent is never wasted, like a love story, no matter the ending, it's always worth it. Cooking what I want, eating what I like, and being able to eat for pleasure is a privilege that I never want to forget.
Londoners, if you're in town on the 11th of August I'm hosting a supper club at the private apartment in the LAYLOW member's club in Notting Hill. Hannah Crosbie will be pouring the wine and I'll be cooking three courses of seasonally inspired Italian-esque food.
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