This week is my fat week. I’ve acknowledged it, accepted it, and wholly embraced the fact that there is nothing much I can do about getting fat when I choose to indulge in eating out six nights out of seven this week. And to start my dinner with pork crackling. I mean, holy mother of fried fatty bits of air.
And in the lead up to this week, like you know training, I made that banoffee pie, and then kicked off my fat week with a seven course lunch which pretty much obliterated my waist line on its own. I was screwed right from the start. Not to be discouraged though, I kitted myself up ready for night two: Mexican at Wahaca.
Dinner at Wahaca came about in a weird and wonderful way. I won’t go into boring details here, but let’s just say that the wonders of twitter brought me a new friend and a freebie meal, and really, who would complain about that?
We met up (she knew what I looked like, I knew she was Swedish so like, tall and blonde and gorgeous) and with our £50 voucher (the meal only came to about £30 too, so that kinda sucked but we were full!) we started scouring the “Mexican street food menu”, slightly drooling at the deliciousness on offer.
We had:
Hibiscus water and Citrus Fizz
Pork pibil tacos – Slow cooked pork in a special Yucatecan marinade
Marinated chicken taquitos with shredded lettuce, Lancashire cheese and fresh tomato salsa
MSC ceviche tostadas – shrimp and scallops tossed with a refreshing mix of habaneros, lime, mint and fresh tomato salsa
Black beans & cheese quesadillas – homemade black beans with cheddar cheese and mozzarella
Churros with chocolate
Flan del la casa – a creamy vanilla-scented pudding with a wicked caramel sauce. Like a creme caramel but better.
It might be well worth noting that I’d been to Wahaca before and wasn’t overly impressed, but this meal (and service and general ambience) was far better than my last experience, not withstanding the voucher.
So that was Monday night! Tuesday I managed to stay in ~ a cosy night involving pyjamas, a face mask, The Hills and leftover macaroni. I like! Wednesday was a dinner with my girls, another carb-fuelled event with sausages and caramelised onions and a huge and scrumptious French onion (sweet) potato bake. I made matcha macarons for dessert, they were a hit
And last night, WOW if ever there was a death by chocolate. Green & Black’s launched their new cookbook, ‘Ultimate’. I don’t really think I need to say much more about that! Chocolate. Cook. Book. FML this is going to be fat month.
While indulging in such treats as raspberry cheesecake brownies, chocolate whoopie pies, chocolate fritters (YUM), salted caramel brownies and a crazy-delicious white chocolate & passionfruit delice (and expanding that waistline ever more), I also got to catch up with a few of my peepz…
And stay chooned folks, I’m gonna do a Green & Black’s gift-away soon!
Anyway, today I am b-l-o-a-t-e-d from all the sugary goodness, but alas, fat week continues with a lunch at L’Anima (where are my fat pants?), dinner and bowling at All Star Lanes tonight (is bowling considered exercise?), and dinner at The Criterion Restaurant tomorrow.
And Sunday? Sunday I sleepz.
Wahaca
66 Chandos Place
Covent Garden, WC2N 4HG
0207 240 1883
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