Looking Out To Sea

Last night we all went out to A Room In Leith, which was called The Waterfront when I visited with my work early last year. Food was good, though they’d run out of potato wedges by 8 o’clock so all the steak eaters got asparagus instead. Most of my table had some kind of steak, apart from Emma’s swordfish and my coley. I’d never heard of coley before but it was really tasty on its bed of scallops.

The restaurant is just one room, and the rest of the building is a nice pub with the appalling name of Teuchter’s Landing. It has a dizzying, indeed terrifying, selection of whiskies for sale. Which goes some way to explaining why I didn’t get my ciabatta started until about 10.30 this morning. Pounding dough on the work surface, Bertinet-style, is a lot less relaxing with a drink-induced headache. Thankfully the bread came out really tasty and soft, though not as pretty as I’d hoped. I have trouble with the shaping of my loaves but it’s not something that’s cheap to practise — there’s a lot of preparation involved before you get to the shaping stage.

I’ll let Helen tell you about the rest of the food when she’s good and ready. At the moment we’re both feeling sluggish and brainless with cold symptoms. There probably would have been nothing better than watching more Battlestar Galactica this evening. I’m becoming more desperate and thus more tempted by the Seasons 1-4 + Mini-series + Razor boxed set.