Valentine’s Day always has a different meaning to everyone. For some it means misery and a reminder that they are alone, for others unneeded pressure to find the perfect gift for their loved one. Some love the idea of going out on a fancy date and receiving and giving chocolate and flowers, and others find it simply as a cliche. For me in general Valentine’s Day is a lovely day, an excuse more to tell the people you love how much you love them.
I don’t know about you, but I have a special love towards biscuits and cookies. From the simplest ones made from butter that we dip in milk for breakfast, to the sophisticated ones, on which creativity, artistic talent and aesthetic is shown, that make you not wanting to eat them because they look like small art pieces.
London’s restaurant scene is one infinity palate of delicious jewels, that people all around the world talk about and dream that one day they will be able to get on the guest list, and enjoy a visit in one from the many exquisite restaurants.
It’s time for breakfast and for one of the most beautiful Saturday morning experiences, at least when we are talking about London, going to the farmers market.