I’ve made two life changing discoveries in the last couple of months. In fact it was making the decision to take up semi private training sessions at Bamn Fit (highly recommended) that enabled the discovery of the second. Yeah. *smug face* (sorry) . Actually, I’m not sorry at all, committing to four, one hour sessions a week is making me feel so much better about myself that I’m going to refuse to apologise. An hour where I can ignore my phone and focus completely on my body and what it can (and can’t) achieve is something I’m going to let myself have, and hopefully I’ll get a brand new, strong and lean body in the process. I’m not quite taking the nutrition stuff to heart yet, I’m enjoying eating and drinking too much for that, but maybe…everything in moderation and all that. Well, we’ll just see eh?!
Anyway, turns out that if I get my arse out of bed at an ungodly hour on a Sunday morning, then I find a food market waiting for me when I get to Herne Hill Station, muscles wobbling and stomach roaring with hunger. RESULT. I don’t have long before my train (only twice an hour when you’re out in the ‘burbs – so you don’t want to miss it) but just enough time to snaffle a jar of Blackwoods excellent marinated cheese, and a loaf of Brickhouse Bakery sourdough, something I’ve been meaning to try for yonks.
Oh! And, What Bread.
It’s become something of a rapidly instigated weekly tradition and I’ve started requesting Sunday morning training sessions almost for this reason alone – madness surely? Or at a least a fairly accurate indication of how good it is. I left from East Dulwich this Sunday rather than Herne Hill and have been feeling BEREFT.
Previously I’ve been a devout fan of E5 Bakehouse’ Hackney Wild, in my opinion it reigned supreme. Elliot’s is also excellent as is Bread Ahead. But this. This is in another league. As a nod to my pummelled and sweaty body, I choose to feed it, not their signature Peckham rye, but the multi grain variety. Not only is it an absolute picture of perfection but it’s got buckets of developed flavour, a chewy bubbly crust, and moist (actual apologies this time, but how else do you expect me to describe it?!) light textured crumb. As with all sourdough loaves it’s heaven simply hewn into and buttered, fresh from the loaf on day one, and then as The Best toast every day after.
My Negroni fangirl stance must precede me as Andre, whom I know through various PR roles and Twitter, thought to kindly send me a couple of jars of his cocktail jams. You heard me right. Cocktail Jam.
Apart from taking umbrance over the whole Man Food name; why should any food be gender specific? Is it somehow not my place to eat beer laced pickles or booze ridden jams?? Hmmmmph. The branding is actually rather nice though.
It took me a while to eat it, not through lack of want. No, definitely not that, in fact I ingested some of it simply via spoon to mouth. But, as with many things, I over think. How could I do something different with this product?
In reality, I simply don’t need to. It already is it’s own new thing.
You know when it’s best?
That’s right. After an evening training session after a long day at work. I can’t be bothered to cook, I can’t even be bothered to stir a cocktail GODDAMIT. Instead I lightly toast a couple of slices of Brickhouse, slather on some salty, unpasteurised butter and finish with a smear of cocktail jam. Carbs, fats and sugar in one fell swoop. It’s every nutritionists nightmare and I don’t do it every night, but on the odd occasion I do, It’s GOOD.
In all honesty the jams are not overly boozy, and actually in my opinion could be fortified slightly, but then I’m a lush so don’t listen to me. The Negroni is a strawberry jam, which may sound strange at first, but is delicious all the same; it’s got an edge of bitterness with an underlying play of orange and a faint hum of booze on the finish. The Bramble is all rich brambles and gin – yeah, that’s right, yum.