Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A Recipe Believe It Or Not
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
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I emerged from the post-Ibiza blues, finally. Stopped holiday-smoking. It's no party. But you get there. Thank gawd.
London is cold but I made myself go out on Saturday night with a new friend. Once out, it was not so cold, with overhead heaters at Cafe Boheme. Cute shepherd-like waiter. The clubs were hugely disappointing.
My hair is chin-length short, something I have wanted to do for many winters but talk myself out. So I had a good-hair-day, walked in to Mr Toppers on Goodge St. 'Me Gustas Tu' was playing and so it was meant to be. The boy who cut my hair was an Asian Marc, so it really was meant to be.
Will be coming home for Christmas and I'm so excited!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Prague
(I know I promised updates - what can I say. Busy at work, snail-slow internet at home, I'll get back to it, trust me!)
Happiness Is...
Today the sun's come out. It might not be summer - it's far from summer - but these occassional moments make life in London sparkle.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Itching The Travel Bug
Gorgeous riads booked: check
Wondering if Ryanair will again pretend our cabin size baggage isn't really cabin size and must check them in at the bargain rate of £32: check
Biography of Churchill borrowed from library: check
Looking forward to five days in a country I've always, always wanted to visit: check
Off to Morocco with Andrew, back on Monday. Promise to update blog - promise!
Monday, July 14, 2008
London
Companies are coming to terms with a wave of sudden sickies as staff choose to sneakily cash in on the summer sun. But chances are they’ll be back behind their desk by Tuesday, when clouds again appear across the country and stay for the rest of the week.
The Met Office said...“Cold and drizzle will start to come across from the west late in the day and will cover the country for much of the week.
“My advice would be to get the sun today while you can.”
Me bloody too.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Paris
We had dinner at Le Souffle, the restaurant I thought had to be a novelty but with so many good reviews decided to give it a go, and to go all the way and try the menu tout souffle. It was so much fun! Three courses of voluminous souffles, first cheese, then with morilles, then dark chocolate with white chocolate sauce. You’ve never seen anything so pretty. The wine was delicious and the service cheeky. It’s a quaint, popular restaurant and a must to try. The only downside is after so many souffles, and so many eggs, you don’t want to go near any of the delicious quiches in boulangeres around town, even though they would make perfect picnic food for our last day, when I take mum to the Jardin du Luxembourg, and Paris is hot and the sky is blue, and the flowers are bright and we roll up our trousers and sit on the chairs with our heads back and it’s so, so good. Summer in Paris. Instead, we have a typical lunch at a café on the Rue du Rennes, near where I stayed five years ago, which feels so long ago, and yet also heart-thumpingly fresh. We waste time looking for a dress I don’t need around Galleries Lafayette, and it’s so hot we can only go back to Ile Saint-Louis, for another two scoops of Berthillon ice-cream (cherry, milk chocolate with hazelnuts), overlooking the river, with couples sunbaking and neither of us want to go home.
In between, we eat buttery pastries with coffee for breakfast, and go to the Musee d’Orsay for something like four hours. Our legs and feet hurt in more ways we can describe, yet we see the bright Van Goghs and Monets and the pretty Degas ballerina sculpture and I remember how much I love Gauguin. We see it all and walk through Saint Germain des Pres and queue up at Laduree because I think macarons are Paris-in-a-dessert and we eat pistachio eclairs in the shade of the church, watching pigeons try and mate. We even walk home, because I have promised that on this trip there shall be falafel, from L’as du falafel, and the previous night they are closed, so they must be open tonight, but they are not, and we can’t work out why. In the Marais, on a Sunday night, tired and hungry, and wanting fish. I suggest Bofinger, never having been but it suits our requirements. We end up having a surprisingly good and cheap meal of oysters and fish with choucroutte (I didn’t think it could work, it did) and crème brulee.
We slept to the sound of light traffic on Rue du Rivoli, to sponge up all the senses of Paris.
The Most Wonderful Visit
We went to the Tate Modern and were disappointed with the collections (except the Russian propaganda room and the Seydou Keita room). Our first weekend had to include a trip to Borough Markets, and squeezing through the crowds we snacked on plump oysters and eclairs and proper fish and chips, which they were - golden and crunchy with hand-cut chips dunked in real mushy peas. (Sitting on the floor, which we'll never forget). The surprise was long gone but I'd been looking forward to taking mum to Covent Garden for Romeo and Juliet since I managed the nab the last decent tickets weeks before. It was so beautiful and we were hugely impressed. The prima ballerina was spectacular. I feel like I was dragged to ballet and opera as a young 'un and thought I wouldn't enjoy it, that is was more for mum; the opposite, I was swept away with the performance and music. We had such a good time that we went back the next day for a free lunchtime recital with a brilliant young soprana, and then in the evening for Tosca. I had tears streaming down my face. On her last day, we went to the Royal Banqueting Hall in Whitehall (on Horse Guard St *wink*) for a performance of Pavarotti's most famous arias which was a lot of fun. And today, I'm sitting here listening to Pavarotti and Callas and Puccini with CDs from the library. Thank you mum for showing me how beautiful this music is x
We saw the Sex and the City movie. Went to the National Gallery and ogled the Seurats and Ingres'. The V&A. We'd planned a long weekend in Paris and I was able to work two days together, so had five days in a row off and wondered where to go. To Islington to check on getting a Russian visa which wasn't to be but instead had a truly delicious lunch at Ottolenghi. Florence was an option. But we decided to go to Latvia.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Back!
Mum and I had a truly wonderful time. We did and saw so much. Went to Paris and even Latvia, which turned out to be the most incredible experience.
I have to run off to a black tie awards night for work so enjoy some photos in the meantime.
Paris
Latvia
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Ok
The people are really nice and pro-active, I will be learning what I've wanted to in this area, and will be a great challenge.
Taking The Edge Off
I make enough for lunch tomorrow, again, secretly knowing it won't last that long, and eat it up with Ronaldo's goal, then Lampard's.
Update: Brilliant game!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Eat
1. Whole Foods will be the end of me. Stopping in for, I'm not sure what really, I find a Simon Weaver Cotswold brie that I had wanted to try. It's mild and clean-tasting, but no hints of lush spring grass I had hoped.
2. At the Marylebone farmer's market on Sunday, there is not too much of everything, except friendly sellers, delicious chargrilled lamb rolls with homemade tomato sauce, good-looking yuppies and cheap vegies. Along with crunchy Red Pippin apples - the name is enough to buy them - a garlicky goat's cheese and new season asparagus, I nab two bags of field mushrooms the size of saucers for the price of one, and that evening make stuffed mushrooms. Onions sauteed gently, then mixed with chopped mushroom stems, breadcrumbs, thyme and parmesan, and topped with a disc of chevre, in which I press in a sprig of thyme to make it look pretty. Roasted. Unbelievably delicious.
3. After the markets, I stop into Waitrose, because there isn't one too near us, and I do love Waitrose. They have Charentais melons, for quite a bit cheaper than Whole Foods, and I really want to see how fragrant and sweet they are. Tonight, with slices of organic prosciutto di Parma from WF, some of the best I've ever had, just when I was 'getting over' prosciutto. Light and delicate, with bright orange sweet fruit, washed down with sparkling Grolsch. I'm happy.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Roast Chicken, And My Story
But it was time to try. Finding Roast Chicken, And Other Stories in the library confirmed it, and after devouring a million recipes and techniques, a 1.3kg free-range corn-fed chicken was brought home. I knew how I wanted to do it: rubbed all over with my favourite butter, Lescure flecked with Atlantic sea salt (eat it like you would cheese, a sliver over oat cakes, divine), seasoned and sprinkled with thyme leaves, and stuffed with half a lemon, many unpeeled garlic cloves and more sprigs of thyme. Into the oven breast side down, and halfway through, flipped over and baby Jersey Royal potatoes tucked beside it. The warm roasting smell in the house was very distracting. The chicken came out the colour of nut brittle, and I squeezed out the soft garlic and smoothed it into the juices. I then realised I had no idea how to carve a chicken, but managed to evenly slice away a few succelent pieces. Because yes, the chicken was juicy and delicious! The famed potatoes were as nutty and creamy as I'd hoped, even better smothered with the garlicky gravy (which was too good the next day, hardened and spread over brown bread like butter with some cold chicken). Woo hoo, I can roast a chicken!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Afternoon
This is one photo taken from the last few weeks that I actually like, more than like. I love the shapes, the colours, the simplicity of a sunny afternoon in our garden.
Basta
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Last Few Days
I've been taking the bus as much as I can, even if it takes 10 times longer than the Tube. I love sitting on the top for the best view around town. Popped down to Oxford Street to buy a bag from Mexx and crossed through Selfridges in a what-the-hell moment. Was struck dumb.struck by the fluro Marc Jacobs bags at the Oxford St entrance. I walked past them, backtracked, fell in love, touched their velvety grey insides. Fluro and grey. It's silly and necessary all in one, and I've never felt this way about a bag before.
Friday
Not wanting to take this glorious 25 degree weather for granted, we took the bus down to Brighton for the day. It had been blue skies all week but greyed over on Friday; no matter, we had a lovely day. Walked down the pier, through the little streets, had a nice lunch at one of the many Italian cafes. We really wanted fish and chips but equally didn't want to be ripped off as tourists coming to Brighton for beach and fish and chips, and Fat Leo's 2 courses for £5.95 was hard to beat. An icecream afterwards. The sun did come out an hour before the bus back, and we dipped our toes in the icey sea. I want to come back and jump in.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Springtime
We had a wonderful weekend. Saturday to Notting Hill market, although we'll be keeping to our Ladbroke Grove end from now on, except for the German hotdog stand halfway down for the most delicious, juicy chicken burgers. Sunday was the Brick Lane area, for more market browsing and sooo-good Polish smoked sausage hotdogs, with Indian snacks on the way home. London is a picnicers paradise.
The weather is warm, the days are long and we love sitting in our little garden with a bottle of sauv blanc and nibbles. I'm dreaming of Ibiza sometime over the summer - it has to happen. And I'm hungry for Italy, although different places pull me on different moods. I miss Palermo, I want Rome, and I remember last year in Tuscany, on the back of S's motorbike, lunch of silky pasta near Montepulciano, the cold water and hot skin at the seaside.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Pinch *ouch Pinch *ouch
We celebrated on Monday at the local gastropub. There seems to be a gastropub in every neighbourhood and I'm not sure if the gastronomic means anything but the ubiquitous hamburgers, fish and chips and jacket potatoes that all pubs serve, delicious as they can be. The Havelock Tavern is a quiet pub (ie, they could do with a little background music) and was full on the Monday night. The food is simple but well done. My plump salmon, smoked haddock and leek fishcake was served with a perfect spring salad of rocket, fresh peas and shallots. Dani's chicken, chorizo and mushroom casserole was tender and scrummy. Sadly our shared cheese plate was supermarket-basic.
Yesterday I went to Whole Foods in Kensington. It was some kind of hell, as in I couldn't decide if I loved this temple to expensive, opulent good food or hated how much of it there was. It's the size of a department store, where you can hand-pick your eggs (hen, quail, duck, ostrich) and by the shimmering fish counter you can pour yourself a chioce of four different seafood soups to eat with cute wooden eco sustainable carbon-neutral spoons. That is if the dozen soups upstairs aren't enough. After about an hour I had to leave and buy a pair of shoes to recouperate (beige, patent, Zara, mid-heel).
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Sunday's Roast Is Wednesday's Stew
Messy and utterly delicious.
The lamb rump we bought at the Real Food Festival never made it to the oven. There was ideal-j0b-getting-celebrating and it-didn't-defrost-in-time-so-we-had-a-takeaway-curry. So last night we sliced it, like butter, in big dices, quickly seared it in the wok, then threw in two chopped beefheart tomatoes, smashed garlic, lots of rosemary leaves, and 1.5 cups of merlot, to almost cover the meat. The laziest of simmers, lid on, for 1.5 hours. Then chopped carrots and potatoes for another half an hour. Soft lamb, a delicious, golden sauce. Easy.Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Questions For Locals*
2. Where can you get a good, reasonably priced manicure in London, preferably centre/west?
* and by locals, I still mean you Rali
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Real Food Festival
I hoped right: the festival was absolutely amazing, a veritable feast. Kath, Andrew, Susan, you would have died and gone to foodie heaven.
The Real Food Festival is all about quality food, direct from the farmers. The food might be organic, free-range, humanely reared, concerned with sustainable farming, and talking to the farmers today, these were people who understood and cared about those labels instead of just slapping them on the packet. They were bubbly, enthusiastic, invited us out to visit the farms, to pick our own cherries, coming up with great ways of getting their produce from the farms to bobos like me in the city. It was extremely impressive, and extremely delicious.
Oysters are my favourite food in the world. After the World Cup in 2006 I went to Cancale in Brittany, home of what many say are the world's best oysters, just to try them. And I was satisfied in concluding that Sydney rock and Pacific beat them hands down. Today, there were a handful of oyster sellers and I sampled oysters from three different farms, and was blown away. I'm sorry Sydney, but the oysters I had today (details to come, I have an evening of brochure sorting ahead of me) were magnificent. The luminous pale grey bulbs were the taste of the sea. I can't describe them any better. They were faultless. Stunning.
The prices were really good and I bought up big: melting mozzarella di buffalo, blushing beefcheek tomatoes, butter flecked with salt crystals, a scotch egg from Heston Blumenthal's pig supplier, pots of crab, pork and Stilton sausages, and a salt marsh rump of lamb for a proper Sunday roast tomorrow.
Home Sweet Home
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Moving Day
We're moving to our place in Hammersmith tomorrow, and hopefully we'll be able to leech internet so I can show you around.
In the meantime, enjoy Fee, the Hungarian puli dog, aka the best thing I've ever seen, jumping in a competition in Germany.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
St George's Day
Lancashire hot pot for Dani didn't have enough lamb but was still tasty, and my beef suet pudding was delicious, both served with mustard mash and vegies. Mmm, suet. Served with a Smith's wheat beer. Cheers, England!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Catching Up
I will talk work another time. Hopefully we move in to our new place on Friday. I say 'hopefully' because the agents are degenerates.
I love it here.
London In The (Almost) Summer Time
But it's London in the (almost) summer time and a line from one of my favourite RHCP songs stuck in my head,
Summer time to talk and swear
Later maybe we could share some air
I'll take you to the movies there
We could walk through Leicester Square
And hopefully I'll still be here when it will be,
Time to say hello to snow on the Thames
I'm ready to write and take photos again, so thanks for joining me at this new blog.