When you sleep at airports, you bump into weirdos. Then you have a long hard look at yourself because you are, by design, one of those exact weirdos you’ve just bumped into. I’m writing this as two Turkish pre-teens run around after each other and occasionally offer me some of their Haribos, while a bloke … Continue reading Coq Au Vin in a Tin in a Van
Student Cuisine for the Gloomy Teen 