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Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh

The unsettled ( grrr) snow has inspired me to take a peek at the longest beach in the world in Bangladesh. It is 75 miles long and is named after a yellow flower. My only consolation for not being on it, is that wearing bikinis is frowned upon. Actually, on second thoughts, this may be a future hot spot for all  those whose winter wobbles who are in need of a less obvious tan-line. The question is where's better to cover up- sloppy London ( did I mention the snow hasn't settled??) or  baking Bangladesh?

Magic Messi

Apparantly, Barcelona have outwitted Madrid to hit top of the table and, though I could give less than two hoots, not even one hoot actually, the expression on this guy's face is sublimely comforting, especially since the speckles of snow that have descended on London have done little to cheer me up at this time. I am football's ignoramus but the staggering display of happiness here makes me rethink my lack of dedication to the game.  And, let's face it, if I know who Messi is, then I have a pretty good head start. I mean, he's  the only one to have made a stamp on the game. In fact,  he would probably have the ability to do this in any game, even chess. I realise this is controversial and may come as a surprise to all those other footbally types that are too rich to mention on this blog but I in my narrow sphere of sporty influence, he is the man.

Monday morning greets Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg

Monsieur mange

Upon happily devouring aformentioned starters, consisting of the sinful combination of both sweet and savoury, monsieur growls,
" i can't stand sweet and salty things together "
as he reaches for another one from the tray......

savoury sweet starters ...

Now, please don't think I'm getting all domesticated, just humanly in touch with my taste-buds and trying to share a little portion of something encompassing two of the greatest tastes out there, all in one tiny culinary parcel...  Rather than keep you in suspense, I shall just focus on the two ingredients, without which I would have been sad and hungry last night, and also the means by which these litttle glories were created.. so here goes...

lots of bacon wrapped around ......

PRUNES!!!! yummmmm....

under the grill.........

hooray!! And there they are!!!

underground chefs

Apparantly, French chefs are taking to the underground "metro" to refine their culinary skills and inspire locals to go back to their michelin roots, as the special aromas fill the packed out stuffiness of underground travel. They claim that the haute cuisine that France is known for is a far cry from quotidien Paris and busy life, although I imagine it will cause even more crowds down there, thus stopping anyone from getting home and standing over their neglected ovens.