There is a magic that happens when blackcurrent preserve meets hot buttered toast.

Eating in the hotel restaurant tonight; I've always liked it when the kitchen is open and visible to the diners. I like seeing all the chopping and the busy work and the industry that's going into making me a little more winnie-the-pooh shaped than before. However, I like it less when the chef clearly has some contagion and is coughing whilst he preps food. And you know when your brain sees an opportunity to get ill and that actually makes you feel as though you are, in fact, getting ill? Argh.