Who knew how much joy the humble roasted potato, rolled in paprika and served with a spicy tomato sauce could bring such happiness.
We had dinner at this Spanish inspired place. Moorish. I’ve walked past this place every day while I’ve been up here but never gone in. It seems my colleague had done the same.
The three of us shared some tapas.
Prawns, lamb, croquettes, scallops, pork belly and of course, patatas bravas.
It’s one of the nicest meals I’ve had in a while.
But there was patatas bravas - Brave Potatoes - on the menu.
Of course I was going to be happy.
Potatoes are life- enhancing.
But tomorrow it’s back to salad, protein shakes and the microwave meals I refer to as little boxes of sadness.
Tonight, we had Brave Potatoes. And all was right with the world.
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