after that last cherry-flavoured entry, i stumbled into the warehouse of wonder that is fratelli fresh, and emerged quite some time later with a sourdough loaf, a bunch of radishes, four little blocks of hazelnut chocolate that must have been made by little magic people, a jar of cherry jam, and a jar of cherries in syrup. “someone likes cherries,” opined the checkout girl. but, i mean, what a jar.
so far the jar has remained unmolested, but i have a feeling that if i were to rub it a little, a genie might pop out and grant me a lifetime of cherries and/or cherry-related treats. at the very least, he would expand on the label pasted on the lid, helpful with its instructions to “serve with ice cream, gateaux, whipped cream, desserts.”
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My heroine is a Fratelli check-out girl. When we were there the floor manager verbally abused the young woman in front of customers, ending with ‘DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN (pause) THAT WAS THE WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE’. To which our herione calmly and inquisitively asked ‘why?’ Wish I could hold it together that well under that sort of attack. All part of the fresh experience I guess. Lots of great packaging as well and nice salads.
salads? does this mean you have eaten in the loft? or is it the takeaway boxes of like, pickled beetroot. mmm… beetroot. OH FRABJOUS DAY: tomorrow i will finally breakfast upstairs.
takeaway boxes. nice mustard cress with baby rocket – very peppery. yet another great flavour genre. jealous. haven’t eaten in the loft yet. still trying to get back there. If they have corn fritters don’t tell me, no, do tell me. is the chef the ex-fuel chef? fuel, mmm, salty heaven.