Bringing It All Back Home

We have only four more days in our flat on Bloomsbury Square, and the game plan now is to run down our supplies in preparation for our departure.  This will require some creativity but not necessarily worth recording.  Then we'll spend a week on a true holiday in the Lake District, in and around Windermere.  Although we hope for some good eating and good walking,  the weather, we have been warned, may not cooperate with the latter.
We have had some excellent dinners at home, as well as out, but have not kept up with their reporting, alas.   Another weekend in Cambridge produced leftover Indian curries, which kept us going in the week before Toulouse.  To celebrate the end of R's short course at LSE, we went to Sardo, the Sardinian restaurant in Fitzrovia.
Following our Toulouse weekend, we imported some of its finest products, and we've been subsisting this week on foie gras and duck breast.  First course, slices of mi-cuit foie gras from our friends at Samaran, who so obligingly pack everything in ice for us.

In addition, we shopped at a new stand in the Toulouse covered market, on recommendation from friends here, Le Cochon Regaleur.  We asked for a saucisson sec; the seller felt up all the sausages to see which would be the dryest, and this is what he recommended.

We think it is well enough preserved so that we can still enjoy it when we return from Cumbria.
We regretted that we did not have a true brioche loaf on which to spread our foie gras the last time around, so this time, R remembered that there was a promising looking bakery in the Marché Victor Hugo, and sure enough, their specialty was this brioche:  sweet and eggy and terrific toasted with the foie gras on top.

Here is the complete plate, with a small salad of wild rocket leaves.

(For a first course, we had asparagus that were left over from the Borough Market the week before.  Still pretty tasty!  There was asparagus all over Toulouse, as well.)
The next night was duck breast.  We sautéed it on the stove top, made a sauce with Madeira (trying to use it up), green peppercorns, and creme fraiche, along with some rather ancient Jersey royals, as well.  The duck was superb!!

We will be having the rest of it tonight, as a salad, preceded by leftover Gordon Ramsay mac cheese with girolles and Stichelton. (NOT left over from our first post about this, back in January.  We made it for the second time last week.)
We shall be spending just over two weeks in a new flat on Drury Lane.  Will we look for a new muffin (and coffee) man? Or stick to our routines at Store Street Coffee or Monmouth Coffee?  Will the batterie de cuisine meet our standards?  And what will the Borough Market have in store now that the English growing season has begun?  Here is a glimpse of the Cambridge farmers' market from a couple of weeks ago:

Lots of greens, including mystery greens, and onions, potatoes, and much more.  Also fish:  we had kippers for breakfast on Sunday morning.

That's them on the left.  Warmed in the Aga oven.  Bones and all.

We will report on our last nights at the White Hall, since we have one more Borough Market to attend before heading north.  And then stay tuned for adventures in the new kitchen.