Have had to come to terms with my inner carnivore, as there's a Grassmarket pork sandwich shop with a whole roast pig in the window daily. They cut the pig and serve juicy morsels in a bun with sage & onion stuffing, applesauce, and a substantial piece of crackling. Dear One and I sat eating these under a tree in the rain. I had to wash the pig grease off my umbrella handle. Now to wash it down with yet another wee dram of this, while I fight for supremacy over the crib board:
The pig! Ah, the pig! J'aime beaucoup ce cochon. (Or, more specifically, its many incarnations.)
Have you peeked into IJ Mellis, the Grassmarket cheesemonger? Just a few steps down from the sandwich ship. Sublime. My friends, who got married early July and were the reason that I went back to Edinburgh in the first place, purchased their dessert cheese selection from there. (£45 on a wedding dress, and £250 on a cheese platter. My kind of people.)
I then spent a wonderful few days in their flat post wedding, looking after the cat and making my way through the remnants of brie and Landana. Delicious in every possible way.
Amanda, I bought a baguette at Mellis and sniffed long and hard at the cheeses with full intention of revisiting. I love your friends' wedding dress and cheeses budget. Amen to that! Off to Leith today for a look at the bridges. Thank you for your lovely notes xo