Yesterday, one of Miss Soft Crab's favourite daughters, Pickle, returned to us from England where she had been living for 18 months or so.
We went to Rumi to celebrate. Me, Legsley, J and Pickle - (back) together at last.
The first highlight came early in the evening, when we watched as Pickle walked straight past the restaurant because even though she knew it was at Rumi, her brain interpreted this as Bar Idda.
It had a been a long flight, apparently with a lot of turbulence.
Legsley ran down the street to get her and brought her back.
We laid a lot of questions on her as soon as she sat down, but you know how it is when you've just returned from overseas. It's hard to summarise the experience, however much people might want you to. And there is always so much other stuff to talk about. Who's pregnant (pretty much everyone), who's doing what, where everyone is living, things we've eaten lately. Before you know it, it's the end of the night. Anyway, it was so great to see Pickle. She looked great, and it was great to see her.
It was also great to see the actual pickles we ordered. And all the other things. Lets go through it, shall we?
Ok, pickled vegetables and giant olives as big as your thumb (if you have a small thumb). You can imagine how long they lasted. The only thing that preserved their lives was the arrival of these school prawns.
I was going to say that the only time I stopped talking about myself all night was when these babies arrived but no, I'm pretty sure I kept talking while I ate most of them.
Next, a curly haloumi salad. No really, that's what it was called.
Utterly delicious. Those mint leaves and that pickled onion can get down with my curly haloumi any time they want.
Here we have zucchini with chickpeas and almonds and a yoghurty sauce, as you can see.
This was my favourite dish. Hands down.
Here are all the things on a table with pitta.
There's one other dish we had (before dessert) which I haven't mentioned because J loved it so much, I think she may want to talk about it herself.
Over to you, Mate.
