NOTHING SEZ EASTER LIKE SNOW

i decided against the sunrise easter service at st. paul's because i didn't want to take the bus at such an early hour with crazies on the streets of mile end. woke up to find snow falling upon the city! it would've been a terrible day to rise from the dead, but i managed to get to st. paul's. for now, i've properly sequestered myself in my room, there'll be no leaving this flat until i see the sun again.

anyway, not to disrupt the linearity of this blog's narrative, but i'll take this moment to recount last sunday with justine. the weather was similarly wet and cold, so we went to harrod's for lunch and general consumption. we bought a mix of delectable items, salmon tartare with a layer of asparagus paste on top, meat pies with berries, quiche, etcetc. since we weren't allowed to eat at harrod's, we went across to a starbucks.


we later went for korean bbq around holborn for dinner. i'd been craving korean for awhile but eating korean bbq alone is hardly fun. i've been thinking a lot about food lately, prompted by rath's flatmate phil who mentioned a class he was taking on food in performance art and encouraged by justine, once founder/prez of les gourmands at stuy high. perhaps my thoughts are an extension of discourse i've heard around identity as performative and how identity is so inextricably related to consumption, how may consumption be performative? as i've been increasingly exposed to more ethnic cuisines (nepalese anyone?), i wonder what the implications are of sampling all these global flavors produced by diasporic communities. suppose i'll have to wait until swarthmore to continue this conversation!