Zornhau

You know when you've got your living arrangements right when your own kitchen is more attractive than the kebab shop, even when you're a tad legless thanks to attending the rather boozy launch of a friend's second book.

As I strolled back to our rather central flat, the pangs of hunger finally pierced the alcoholic fuzz. Not the kebab shop for me - the fridge contained flour tortillas, bacon, soured cream and cheese. Allspice was to hand on the spice rack; those of you who like Tex Mex can see the synergies.