A pot of love

As you'd probably read in my first entry - different thoughts are constantly flying in and out of my head. Where do we start writing from? From the article? No, usually I don't do that. I write the entry and then decide on the article. Now, it's been the other way round. Actually, I just wanted to share a simple, lovely, 11 o'clockish recipe, but...

What actually  a pot of love means? No, I'm not gonna talk about people, love and romance; it's an endless topic, but let's leave it for another day/night. I will talk about food (obviously, as I had mentioned it already in the first paragraph). I ♥ GOOD FOOD.

Is the good food, the delicious one? Yes. Not, exclusively. Yes, I might have the tastiest whatever, but if it's "just" served, half of its taste will just disappear. Fade away. At the same time, a "wanna be feng shui" restaurant, serving frozen Tesco Value salmon with "Noodles in Pot" might be even worse.

Here is my late night, as simple as (the simplest thing you could think of) recipe:

1 box of half-priced Tesco (the country equivalent) strawberries
1 low-fat plain yogurt
1 (real) lime
3-4 spoons of mascarpone

This won't be qualified even for the iPhone "Stupidity test" - Simply stir together the yogurt, the mascarpone and the lime juice. Cut the strawberries into halves (or fours) and mix them with the "mixture".

The hardest part:

1. Serve it in a proper pot (a white Whittard (of Chelsea) pot will be suitable)
2. Make it with love (though that must be the first one)
3. Serve it with love.
4. Share it with love. (Just couldn't escape from the cliche)
5. Ok...just enjoy it.

The mission:
Just choose the right time.  (Even if it's gonna be in the middle of the night and even if you're just sitting and doing nothing.)


That must be enough.


"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."  Vincent Van Gogh