Sainsbury Buffalo Bagel - serves two

Ingredients

• 2 loose Sainsbury's bagels (4 for £1)
• Galbani Mozerella (with a fresh and delicate taste of milk)
• Ripe vine tomato (red)
• Chorizo slices by Sainsburys (seasoned with sweet paprika)

Instructions

1. Saw bagels in half with a harshly serrated bread knife, holding vertical carefully because trying to do it horizontally seems more dangerous.
2. Wedge the resulting basically even slices into a baking dish because you can't find a baking tray.
3. Hack up chorizo slices into smaller slices and scatter delicately over the bagels.
4. Slice the tomato and spread them around, trying not to drop the seedy gooey guts on the floor. (Note: Having the baking dish on the same bench as your chopping board may help avoid this.)
5. Slice the mozzarella into hefty chunks and spread it across the surface of the bagels, tearing it when necessary to get full coverage.
6. Put it in the oven, on grill at about, oh, say 180? (Note: If you remember, turn the oven on before you begin cooking. If not, do that now.)
7. Watch the mozerella start to melt in its wonderful, I'm-a-delightfully-textured-soft-white-cheese way. Let it brown just a little.
8. Take it out. Let it cool for at least 4 seconds before you try to eat it.
9. Savour.

Serves 2.

The flight from Singapore to London was yuck.

We had deliberately gone to the Singapore Airlines help desk to book seats with a little more leg room. They booked us some seats. They must have been in shitty, malignant moods that day. Our seats had less leg room than a pair of skinny jeans put in the drier by your passive-aggressive flat mate.

The air was dry and luke-warm, the screens were old, and it was a double-decker affair so we had to wait like forever to get on and to get off. But at least we got some weird but delightful and bright pudding on the plane.

I actually quite like plane food. I've had good experiences. One of them this time involved dumplings.

We are in London now, and we got such a bright and beautiful day for our arrival on Tuesday. We are being put up, most kindly, by relatives who have a small deck that gets sun in the mornings and who live not too far from a variety of London's parks - Holland, Kensington, Hyde, Green. I've gone for jogs in the morning, fending off aggressive peacocks and glaring at those grey demons with busy tails they call squirrels. (I liked them once; then I saw red squirrels and defected to the light.)

And I have had my mozzarella bagel from Sainsburys.

A delightful view.