I just ate two Greggs’ vegan sausage rolls. Wonderful. I shall sleep now.
I might have to be sensible more often. After a few pints of Guinness after work, then a takeaway pizza, I retired much earlier than usual.
Which enabled an early start to my Saturday. This morning, at a time I’d usually be eating toast, I’ve already:
– Been to the bank to withdraw boiler funds
– Collected a prescription
– Bought (and consumed) a Greggs’ vegan sausage roll
– Bought my first beer of the day
For the latter, I chose a refreshing blood orange IPA, in the Mean Eyed Cat. Well, after all, I’d usually be drinking orange juice at this time of day.
When Polly met Fergus is an important new discovery. A new vegan restaurant in Peterborough.
Yesterday afternoon, we paid a visit to the second hand furniture shop in Ouseburn. Where we bought a rather nice mid-Victorian side table. It’s small, but solid mahogany and quite heavy. A bargain at £40.
This was followed by late lunch in the Ship Inn.
Although this picture might give the impression that the place was quiet, the opposite was the case. It’s great to see a vegan pub doing so well. The food was, as usual, really nice.
And I had a pretty good Oakham IPA, the first ever pint of an Oakham beer I’ve tried. And the first I’ve come across that didn’t contain fish.
Then there was tine for a pint in the Cluny before heading home.
Where I spotted a Lovely Eggs poster, for next Friday’s gig (top right).
And a Shiverin Sheiks poster, for next Sunday afternoon. We’ll be there too.
Today was largely spent plastering, which wasn’t as much fun as yesterday.
We also visited Kingston today. Where we went to the Bob Marley museum.
There’s just the one picture, because cameras weren’t allowed inside. But it was worth going. Essentially, it’s a Georgian house, largely as it was intended, apart from the 70s recording studio.
The shot room was a little strange, though. Best look it up.
I did learn something new about the bloke. He was a vegan. Which makes him cool. Forget the music, he was a vegan.
Watching Dragon’s Den. Someone’s making gin with collagen.
I do love gin, but I don’t understand why anyone would want to drink such a beautiful thing with the inclusion of liquidised animal tissue.
Sometimes, just sometimes, graffiti is good. Like this example from Newcastle.
And, more appropriately from my perspective, this fine example.
I’m still surprised that a vegan fast food place can survive in Gateshead. After intending to visit Grumpy Panda since it opened, we finally made the (short) trip this afternoon.
Well worth it too.
Think this could be a regular thing.
I’ve previously mentioned my fondness for Samuel (not John) Smith’s beer.
I took this picture outside Saint Mary’s Vaults, yesterday.
Which is a lovely old pub.
In a lovely old town.
Anyway, it’s nice to see a Sam Smith’s bar being marketed as vegan/organic.
Many years ago, I made baked beans from scratch. After the best part of a day in the oven, the beans were still chewy and, despite my best attempts at coercion, my kids refused to eat them. Well, they were pretty horrid.
The episode removed any desire to attempt baked beans again. Until recently. Fed up with cans of beans floating in orange-red, thin sugary slime, I began to think about making my own again.
Fortunately, since my last attempt, the internet was created. So, last night we ate beans on toast.
And they were delicious. Cheap too, a couple of quid and it’d comfortably feed four. Which means tonight’s evening meal will involve leftover beans.
This experience, and our new found fondness for chilli made only with beans, means that legumes will feature more prominently in my diet.