Ah, bliss! A beautiful bank holiday weekend. Down in the South East we have it good; while the rest of the land experience rain we enjoy the sunshine. And now it’s sunny and warm we can haul the patio furniture from under its tarpaulin, chill a bottle of Corsican rosé – a pale, mass-produced vin de pays de l’Ile de Beauté evocative of summer lunches in Old Nice
and nibble on a simple chickpea salad
and some sardine bruschetta (using the artisan bread, natch – see previous post).
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