"Food is, actually, very beautiful in itself"

I should write a lot of reviews but because time is running away almost as quickly as my memory I'm just gonna sum up the last three months (since the baby appeared) of various food adventures in twelve photos. Enjoy.

A colourful farfalle at Kro Bar by Piccadilly Gardens, one grey and tired Sunday afternoon. Kro is spacious so it works well in terms of a pram. The atmosphere is relaxed, prices reasonable and the food decent, although on this occasion a little poor. The beer was better.

Jon had penne and mushrooms and was even more let down. 

Someone said to never eat out on Sundays because restaurants use their worst chefs. Maybe that was the explanation for our disappointment.

Coffee and sandwich at Pret A Manger, hats, sunglasses and summer in the air. What a lovely Saturday.

That evening I made caramelised onions and peppers, butter fried broccoli, quinoa and veggie patties. A really good meal indeed.

The day after at The Wharf in Castlefield, with lots of people optimistically dressed for summer and a lot of cold breezes, nuts and drinks.

A lovely vegan stir fry at Teatime Collective, one sunny Tuesday afternoon with the mother in law. Baby life doesn't always allow for proper preparations so you've got to seize the opportunities while you can and go running, so half an hour after the meal that's what I did, and had to stop and nearly throw up after a mile. Not so lovely.

A visit to a baby crowded Teacup. Herbert was the loudest, in a mainly happy way. 

Asparagus, new potatoes, poached egg and hollondaise, like a dream.

Jon's food. Very British if you ask me.

And the not-quite-so dreamy cake. There just wasn't much flavour to it at all. Not what you'd expect in Teacup.

Finally, another vegan stir fry at Giraffe at Manchester airport. Giraffe is really nice, baby-friendly, good prices and delicious food.

And that was about three months of eating.