Saturday, lunchtime: two potatoes, rinsed lightly, microwaved for maybe twenty minutes, finished in a mini fan oven at 200℃ until crispy but not black. Served on a bed of mixed peppercorn and cheese sauces. I finish the meal and marvel, silently, at nature's many textures.
Sunday, 01:30: two more potatoes, rinsed with slightly more vigour, a massive clod of dried mud drops off.
I reflect, silently, on yesterday's inalterable enjoyment of a massive clod of delicious baked mud in cheesy peppercorn sauce. One of nature's many textures.






