It’s a cheat day

With you there’s always a long walk followed by s* food on a weekend.

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There’s one day during the week in which you can cheat. I would say that you must. I believe it’s that one thing that makes you behave for the rest of the week. It’s the reward after days of discipline. It’s the day you feel light and taste the freedom from pre-cooked healthy meals. It’s the one day you don’t plan. Probably, if it’s a Saturday, it’s also most likely to be the beginning of a cheat weekend.

We started off with a Dutch baby.. each. Such a sweet surprise to find out these pancakes are deliciously quick and very simple to make. I am an oven-watcher (meaning I like watching food baking in the oven, especially if it implies some sort of rising). Oh I was so excited when I saw these two beauties reaching sky heights! I literally jumped out of joy! And the best part was when they didn’t collapse after coming out of the oven. What a start of the day.

Once recovered from all this excitement, we headed to Dalston. I like wandering, discovering new neighbourhoods, peaking into people’s houses (who doesn’t?). Not far away from the station there is a white little bakery, Violet. I’ve been craving for one of their treats for weeks. The choice was hard: in front of us, shiny marshmallow frosting, soft whoopie pies, multiple-layer cakes, cheeky mini cupcakes.. I knew any choice would be amazing.. but I was wrong. What came next was indescribable pleasure, melt-in-your-mouth sweetness, fireworks for our taste buds. I wish I took a picture of that little pillow-y perfect coconut macaroon.. It disappeared in a flash, it didn’t even get to make our coffees’ acquaintance. Violet’s new book is on my list and it’ll probably be on yours soon.

Off to Shoreditch now for the Urban Food Fest. The range of street food is wide, it goes from pittas as big as your head, to mini confit duck burgers, all the way to soft Japanese buns and more.

..But the pearl is right next door, freshly made in a blue shed by three proud Romagnoli.
I am walking through the stalls, scanning menu boards, when I see them. I read the name: Sburoni.
My heart stops: home.
I can’t help but smile. I walk towards the shed. One of the guys greets me. My eyes reveal all the excitement: “Italiana?” he asks. Si.
We chat for a bit and I get to learn more about their adventure. At Sburoni’s you can find the classic Piadina, the typical Italian flatbread from Romagna. Cristian and Filippo had  been living in London for a while when they realised this was the one thing they missed the most. Not being able to find it anywhere they decided to make their own. And so it started. They called their old friend Mattia, who was working as a piadinaro in Riccione at the time. Combining his knowledge and skills with their mums’ and nans’ advice, the trio managed to create their own recipe and brought Sburoni to life, offering a real piadina according to tradition. Their’s the thin version but the flavours are bold, honest and genuine just like these guys.

Prosciutto crudo, stracchino e rucola. For me, this is taste of home.

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