The Modern Pantry staff took the train to Colchester this morning. Yuceppe had made two cakes for the trip. We had BUBBLES on the train. By the window I saw the green fields of Britain, farms and houses from the country side. I listened at Mattias’ German music, then at Kain and a few minutes I was nostalgic for Quebec.
The Oyster farm was small, upon a river. It was windy and chilly. I learned that they use UV lights to get rid of the bacteria in the oysters, that a low temperature would forbid the oysters to open and that the temperature must stay chilly; otherwise oysters will become too creamy... Ah. And the crabs have two cocks.
The farmer was holding the crab up side down, discovering its genital organs.
- What is that?
- These are the crab’s cocks.
- But... What’s that?
The farmer seemed embarrassed and Rob the Head Chef was getting excited.
- I don’t know... I don’t speak English!
And Rob, laughing, exasperated, pointing at his own penis: “You don’t have to speak English!!!” Ah. I Got it.
The lunch was amazing: oysters, mussels, crab, lobster... and a lot of wine, at least for Diego! Diego is a waiter I had not met already. He is lovely: always drinking, jumping around, dreaming and telling stories, sharing with people.
After lunch we went on the river’s bank for a walk. Zoe was fighting against the wind to light our cigarettes, hiding behind bunkers. Diego was jumping in front of the camera, trying to make a model of him. I got a picture with him, in a boat in Venecia, with Lucas’ head between ours and Rob rowing behind... Ridiculous!
I love our men in the Modern Pantry. They are always mocking at me.
Jorge calls me guapa.
Lucas – or Mafia, was there to introduce something in my nose when I was trying to sleep in the train.
Yuceppe was waiting for me to walk together and to have a chat, always wondering if I was good. I think I connect with Italians basically because I love food so much.
And Rob... is exhausting! Always joking about sex, turning my words into sexual meanings, abusing of the fact that I don’t understand everything and believe everything people tell me here in London.
One day at The Modern Pantry I had an enquiry from a customer about a type of bread in our Selection of Breads. He called it “Iguana Bread” and was very amused that I believed it:
- Iguana is a reptile, you know?!? Ha ha!!!
- YES, but maybe there is Iguana bread...! I don’t know!
Back in London, I was convinced to go for a beer, even though my stomach had been hearting all day – I think I have a bacteria...
Jorge, Lucas, Yuceppe and I went at Diego’s flat. Diego had had too many beers. He was sorry about the mess and started cleaning obsessively: empty the bin, wash the floor with a piece of paper towel and a spray. Then he wanted to give some postal cards and movies, trying to get more space in his flat: I got out of his place with 19 movies! Whoopee! (Yéééé en anglais..! ha ha)
We watched his first cooking show on his computer. Diego would like to travel and produce movies: “Who said I could not make a cooking show?”
Then Esther, Drew, a guy form New-Zealand (don’t remember his name...) and Rob joined us for a drink in a pub. Then we moved to another pub. Then, alcohol lead us into philosophic topics while Rob was staring at the football (=soccer) game for three hours, mouth widely open. These people want to have great lives, travel and gather with friends. Have money to live, no money for money. And this is life.
Have drinks in London’s pub from the afternoon till the night. You can come back home at 22:00 and have been drunk for ten hours!
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