I’m already a day late with this post, and I’m afraid it’ll be a quick one. Yesterday I was so busy with errands, homework and baking that I just plain forgot about writing here, and now- well, I have to catch the train to school in half an hour. Read more…
If you’re anything like me, you’ll immediately hear Kristen Chenoweth’s voice in your head whenever you read the word “popular”. No? I guess it’s really just me then. Read more…
Lately, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed by the amount of “stuff” in my flat. If it’s not my teeny tiny closet, it’s our teeny tiny bookcase. If it’s not the teeny tiny bookcase (which is actually a good size; it just suffers from a plague of books), it’s my teeny tiny kitchen cupboards. While I’m normally pretty good about “editing” my life on a regular basis, sometimes it just all adds up, in what I can only assume is a concerted effort to drive me absolutely batty. Read more…
My market shop was a quick one this morning, since I had to squeeze it in before a brunch date. My sister, who moved away from London last year, was in back in town last night for a birthday party. She didn’t stay the night with us (for some reason, she felt a friend’s spare bed might be more comfortable than our cold, hard living room floor) but join Andrew and me this morning at a favourite local restaurant. So I was lucky enough to kick off my morning with some sisterly affection and some waffles- so far, so good. Read more…
I’ve often spoken about leftovers before, and how they tend to be the bane of my existence. I’m not really one for scaling back recipes (didn’t I leave math behind in high school?), and since I work from home on most days, I like to have lunch options that require little time and even less thought. Read more…
People are funny about garlic. It seems to be one of those love-it-or-lump-it ingredients, doesn’t it? Standing firmly on the “love” side you have me, my sister, Yotam Ottolenghi, and roughly 60 million Italians (or most of them, anyway). In the haters camp reside many close to me: my best friend, my boyfriend, and my mum. No matter how many cloves of garlic a recipe calls for, Mum will always use one. Sometimes half. Read more…
You know what they like to say about the weather in Britain? “If you don’t like it, wait five minutes.” Both fortunately and unfortunately, this statement rings true; fortunate in that a violent rain shower might blow over in a matter of minutes, and unfortunate in that when you wake up to a gorgeous, sunny sky, it might be gone by the time you’re dressed and ready to enjoy it. Such was the case this morning. It was sunny and clear when I got out of bed, but overcast and preposterously windy by the time I made it to the market an hour later. Still, at least it wasn’t cold, and I can be grateful for small mercies. Read more…
If you’re a reader of The Kitchn, you’ll know that the past week has been vegan-themed over there. There have been new recipes, thought-provoking discussions and round-ups from their vast archives. For my part, I’ve long maintained that I could never go vegan; I was born with a rare condition that would make this impossible for me. Namely, my insides are 15% cheese, and if I don’t maintain that ratio, I will die. Read more…
As you probably know by now (because me and my sister won’t stop harping on about it), our family Christmas plans were cancelled this year. As upsetting as this was at the time, it worked out for the best. Going home to Canada in early January meant that I got to see friends and family that I otherwise wouldn’t have, and we ended up having a semblance of our traditional Christmas morning, anyway. Read more…
Hello, new year! And hello friends- how have you all been? My winter holidays went a little longer than planned, due to a post-New Year’s trip home to Canada. After some snow-induced changes to my Christmas, I was craving a little family time, so took the past week off in favour of homemade meals, nights out with friends and family parties. Read more…