Food

The only thing hangovers are good for is increasing my appetite. This weekend has been fraught with hangovers - and the only solution has been to indulge in some delicious meals...

On Saturday afternoon, I took my sweet for lunch in Terroirs - a lovely French restaurant in Piccadilly. They serve French food tapas-style so we ordered a whole Dorset crab - served with radiccio, a wedge of lemon and lots of creamy mayonnaise - a smoked duck salad with walnuts and some fresh bread and butter. A glass of Prosecco and then a carafe of Sauvignon to wash it down.

On Saturday night we went to Season, a new restaurant in Finsbury Park, to celebrate my mum's birthday. The mackerel starter Rich and I shared was scrumptious - as was the freshly baked sourdough bread with treacle - but I ordered a vegetarian main of beetroot with beetroot rosti and raita and, as you can imagine, it turned out to be a bit heavy on the beetroot. We had about 300 cafetieres of coffee between us, and plenty of white wine and sparkling water. Needless to say - I was not feeling my best when I awoke this morning.

To cure hangover #2 I cooked creamy scrambled eggs on toasted rice bread, then we had toast and marmite with tea. After breakfast we wandered up to the Farmer's Market and tested loads of different sausages - and I drank a zinging pear and ginger juice - then after a walk around Ally Pally we got back and peeled some potatoes then popped them in the oven to roast. I served them with cold roast chicken, cranberry sauce and steamed broccoli with lots of butter and salt and pepper.

We hopped in the car late afternoon and drove onto the miserable, grey, rainy motorway then had a pit stop at the Starvin' Marvins garage (do not EVER actually go into Starvin' Marvins - we did once and know not to ever return) as there's an M&S. This shouldn't excite us - but it does. We secretly LOVE supermarkets. I bought a raspberry jelly and a punnet of ripe, juicy mango. This saw me through the journey to Somerset.

We got back to our freezing house in Frome, Rich lit a fire and I prepared dinner: spinach leaves with mushrooms cooked in garlic butter, toasted walnuts, grated parmesan, mozzarella and avocado - tossed in Rich's French dressing, served with some chilli and garlic sausages we picked up at the Farmer's Market - and followed by a big pint of ice cold water.

I'm very full.