Monica and Tim at Regent's Park (before birthday dinner and two bottles of wine)...

Monica and Tim in a cab home (after birthday dinner and two bottles of wine)...

One of the grooviest things about the timing of my HSMP approval is that I made it to London for my birthday. You may expect a tale of all-day celebration, endless bottles of wine, big giant cakes of which more pieces are thrown than eaten, and disco dancing until dawn (the layer of buttery cake and frosting on the floor makes a great slip-and-slide).
Despite the appeal of wild jubilee, after a month and a half of joblessness, family time, travel, and relocation, I feel the call for simplicity, routine, permanence, and solitude. So I opted for a quiet birthday, spent with the person in London I'm closest to. Tim's birthday present to me was a no-brainer. Just the other day, he saw me fawning over Nigel Slater's "the kitchen diaries". More than just a cookbook, "the kitchen diaries" reads like my own diary, if i were to actually write a food diary... and was English... and ate meat. Right now I'm drooling over a recipe for chickpeas with harissa, basil and ham (hold the pig, please). And now we have a nice new big kitchen to cook in... but that's another post.
Tim took me to the "Tapa Room" for some delicious food, and more importantly, to introduce me to New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. I'm not a white wine person, but the SB was pretty smooth. I think I still prefer Riesling, though. The food (tapas fair) was delicious. Two dishes worth trying to replicate: a refreshing roasted aubergine soup and asparagus with mozzarella and cherry tomatoes. The big surprise was the inspiring rice pudding with poached peaches. Dare I try my hand at desserts?
At the end of the day, or the year as the case may be, it all comes down to the food. Just writing about it makes me hungry.