After stumbling across some pictures of a recent trip to Paris, I remembered how amazing the open markets looked and how mouth-watering the food smelt. If I shut my eyes now, I can still hear the sizzle of the onions frying on the pans and the sweet charcoal scent of the sausages being freshly cooked.
"Yes", I thought, "I need to bring a bit of Paris to Catford!" I quickly ran to my local deli and picked up some sausage and brioche and, just as quickly sat down to eat.
Who needs the Eurostar eh? Catford to Kitchen in half an hr. Sausage to stomach…considerably less time.