Adventures of the Ginger Piglet

I think that it's time to make a concerted effort to stop feeling sorry for myself. Aaron has been putting up with a lot for a long time. And there's a lot of good stuff that has been going on lately!

On Friday, we went to Borough market for the first time in a long, long while in the hopes of getting some Italian sausage from the Ginger Pig. Aaron was getting ready to make his mom's spaghetti and meatballs and we were hoping to find some Italian sausage that's actually really Italian-American sausage to add in. After scouring the Net with my taste buds ready for a great sauce reminiscent of the one that my next-door-neighbor, Carol, used to make for family get-togethers and summer parties, the Ginger Pig looked like it was one of about three places in London that makes a sausage that at least approximates the taste that Aaron and I remember so fondly. After our traditional stop at Monmouth for the most amazing coffee where we resisted the temptation of a huge spread of bread, cheese and pastries, we buzzed over to the butcher expectantly and asked for our Italian sausage. And what was the reply when Aaron politely asked, "May we please have Italian sausages", money in hand and mouth salivating? "No." No? No, we may not have the sausages because...why? After a moment, we had an explanation. They were sold out. Fair enough, but what a weird way to reply. So, no Italian sausage in the sauce, but it turned out absolutely amazing anyway. I did get a great Chelsea bun at the market though-
Yum!!! It's kind of like a less sweet sticky bun (thirty-two cents please) with loads of wonderful currants swirled in. I could barely stop eating it long enough to take a picture. Mmmmm!

In other news, Aaron and I went to see Built to Spill play on election night at the Koko (such a great venue, but the link is of a YouTube recording of them on the same tour in Philly at the Troc, which Juan went to). It was, of course, amazing. Aside from being such a fantastic band anyway, I always get warm fuzzies when I listen to them. Aaron and I are together in part thanks to Juan persuading me to go and see them. :) I tried to take a picture, but stupid me hasn't figured out that light shining towards the camera means a dark picture. No big loss because it's not like we go there to look at Dough Martsch's pretty face. I thought I'd post this anyway, because this guy's expression is priceless.Yes, yes it rocked.

Other than that, I've been settling down at the new job (see exciting photo of my workspace below)
and after a tiny bit of snow that caused my journey to and from work to increase to a three hour trip (lucky it wasn't a tour, I guess) each way, it's been pretty warm around here with no sign of it getting cold yet. If there has to be global warming I'll be enjoying the effects while I can.