When I lived in Camberwell, I often went to Peckham Rye for mostly food shopping trips. During one of my food hunts, I stumbled into Café Spice which offers nigerian and indian cuisine – eat in and take away - at a very decent price. Since then I wasn’t able to walk past it without grabbing one of the delicious (deep fried!) Nigerian buns and getting my fingers all greasy on the bus back home. But it is definitely worth it! I also had lunch there a few times, my ultimate favourite dish (and favourite fish by the way):
Saturday, 21 July 2012
The wonderful world of sweet Nigerian buns
When I lived in Camberwell, I often went to Peckham Rye for mostly food shopping trips. During one of my food hunts, I stumbled into Café Spice which offers nigerian and indian cuisine – eat in and take away - at a very decent price. Since then I wasn’t able to walk past it without grabbing one of the delicious (deep fried!) Nigerian buns and getting my fingers all greasy on the bus back home. But it is definitely worth it! I also had lunch there a few times, my ultimate favourite dish (and favourite fish by the way):
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Ein normaler Morgen in Porto Seguro, Brasilien
Ein normaler Morgen in Porto
Seguro, Brasilien beginnt in etwa so: Du wachst – ganz natuerlich – vor deinem
Wecker auf. Aehem, ja. Z.B. durch die Sonne, die dich an der Nase kitzelt. Oder
durch den Wecker deines Nachbarn (oder deines Herrn Gemahls, des Sonnenprinzen),
jedenfalls ein Wecker, der ungefaehr eine halbe Stunde lang alle 3 Minuten
immer wieder losgeht. Oder durch einen Guten-Morgen-Kuss deines Mannes. Oder
durch die Musik der Nachbarin, die seit Monaten jeden Morgen die gleiche CD
hoert. Oder durch den Duft vom
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