I remembered quite late on the Sunday afternoon that I had promised Hazel a bag. In Sweden or UK—where supermarkets are open all the time—this would not have been such an issue, but in Brussels the Sunday is still an honored non-shopping day. This would normally have meant a tour to the Moroccan merchants on Rue Malibran for a nice piece of lamb. Now, maybe because this is what Hazel would have done, I went to the Delhaize on Chausse d’Ixelles instead and to make proper distance to and Moroccan lamb, I bought pork chops, and aubergine, anchovies, figs and fennel. Good luck, darling!