“Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the ‘Titanic’ who waved off the dessert cart.”
― Erma Bombeck

I mentioned that we took Caitlin to the Southbank Real Food Market, a delicious weekend affair that absolutely everyone should try. It’s not a large event, but it’s dang impressive.

Don’t mind if I do. But we really should retire this particular meme, I feel.

Why yes, that was a whole hog.

Say wha?

We wandered through stalls looking for something to tempt each of us. Jeff, who lived in South Korea for a couple of years, gave  into his curiosity at Koritto and Caitlin was swayed by the aromatic siren call of fresh pasta, but something altogether more involved moved me.

Maybe I was still on a Paris high, but this sign caught my eye…

…before this one won my heart…

…followed closely by this cheeky gentleman.

Roasted duck meat, flavored with duck crackling, topped with blue cheese and truffle honey mixed together as they melted on the grill, on a bed of rocket, with a homemade horseradish spread. That picture above is purposefully floaty and vague to better imply the gourmand deliciousness of that concoction. All minions crashing at our flat in the near future will be summarily marched to the South Bank and obliged to ingest.