One of the many reasons why I'm jumping up and down today: this gorgeous book arrived in the mail this weekend, and is as truly lovely as I'd hoped.
Actually, it's rather lovelier.
Also, I now want to use the phrase kitchen journeys whenever I can.
Kitchen journeys. Isn't it perfect? Makes me want to pack a little bag with vanilla bean and harissa and raw cashews and dark chocolate and a loaf of coarse bread, and then stow myself away on a train, and see what I can see. Hmm.
And instead of a pillow, I'll put my head on this cookbook, and have the most delicious dreams of my life.
So, if I go missing, you'll know what happened.