to London, with pastel food

I spent my first few days in London being disgustingly grateful for the smell and taste of clean air and revelling in scooping up great things at sample sales (because they exist here and not in Beijing). In another fit of 'back in London' excitement, I rendezvoused for lunch at old time favourite St Johns. There, I watched Rachel dissect a teal carcass/ listened to Henry rave about chicory, whilst I sneakily shot the food on my iPhone (I have a guilt/embarrassment complex about being the Asian girl snapping away at the food) because the colours of lamb's sweetbreads, radishes and rocket were just too complementary. And then I just had to take a photo of the desserts because the raspberry Eton Mess (again, the meringue thing) and the freshly baked madeleines were, as ever, so delicious they demanded visual documentation too.