I sometimes get strange food memories from my childhood in France. When I do, I end up wanting a taste of the specific dish, cake, biscuit etc. Most of the times, it is really difficult because I can either only get it in France or it does not exist anymore (insert my favourite Prosper soft gingerbread mini cakes that had apricot jam or chocolate in the centre, sigh...). And other times, I just find ways to make it myself.
One of those odd memories recently included beurre de sardine. Yes, sardine butter... It doesn't sound super exciting when you put it like this but it is actually quite delicious. I am not speaking about the lumpy one we had to eat at the school canteen but the one made at home with great care and the nicest canned sardines (I used to live on the Atlantic seaside where there were lots of local cannery factories then).
I guess at the time it was the school and our parents' own sneaky way of making us French kids eat oily fish by blending it into a fine paté style consistency.

We make a point of going to London at least once a year to check out current exhibitions, take a small break and mostly catch up with friends who live there. The last weekend we spent there was all of this and more.
E. had been keen to go and see the 'Pink Floyd: Their Mortal Remains' exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum so we organised our flights, booked our museum tickets (great exhibition by the way, it ends 1st October, do not miss it if you are around London beforehand) and off we went. 

As weekends go, this one was very sunny and filled with great times, from catching up with friends to seeing a bit of the famous Notting Hill Carnival before saying goodbye to our lovely hosts (K. and M. you rock!) and rushing off to the airport.
And also, we ate and drank some wonderful things at the following places: