September 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’m going to come right out and admit that I have been completely obsessed with The Great British Bake Off (AGAIN) this year. It brings together my loves of carbohydrates, documentaries and The X Factor into one hour of informative, nigh-on obsessive compulsive television. Plus when I was off school ill I used to watch Mel and Sue on Light Lunch and make an enormous sandwich, then sit there waiting patiently for them to allow the audience to eat lunch before I tucked in.
The result of all this is that I have been using my days off for baking rather than doing work, or indeed anything productive. After sweet-talking the local bagel bakery into giving me some fresh yeast I have made several questionable loaves, the most succesful being focaccia which tasted amazing for a couple of hours, then got cold and average. It looked good though.
Not sure whether Paul Hollywood would approve of the crumb but I stuck to his recipe so he can’t really complain. It stuck to me too, and the rest of my kitchen. I was essentially kneading something the consistency of the goo aliens land in. Appetising. If you too would like to be coated in starch-based glue up to your elbows, help yourself to Paul’s focaccia recipe on the BBC website.
The cold bread reference is to the lovely (and I mean really, really lovely) Johnny Flynn who a while back penned the perfect album with which to welcome Autumn. Freshly baked bread, gusty winds, atmospheric music and conkers make the passing of Summer pretty easy to bear.
July 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
Between the ages of about 13 and 15 (embarrassingly old, now I come to think of it) I was nigh-on obsessed with the pastel bright characters of Sanrio. I spent the majority of my verging-on-illegal waitressing wages on pencil cases, stickers and note books featuring Badtz-Maru, Pom Pom Purin, Little Twin Stars and Hello Kitty, the feline princess of the cartoon world.
A decade later and all that stuff has been relegated to a box in my mother’s loft, but the lingering memories of the permanently expressionless animated cat came in handy when I decided to contribute to Cakes for Japan, a good old-fashioned cake sale which raised over £2,000 for the Japan Tsunami Appeal in March 2011.
But enough about cake. I had intended to tell you about an amazing Japanese restaurant in Soho called Taro, in which I recently ate with a couple of friends. Even the one who doesn’t like fish loved it, and she doesn’t even know how delicious the sushi was. I struggled to finish my small bento box which included crispy chicken teriyaki and perfectly sticky rice, tuna and salmon sashimi and miso soup, which all cost just less than £10.
I didn’t think to take my camera because forward planning sometimes fails me. But hopefully my words will convince you that it’s worth a visit all on their own.
July 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
In the absence of a jaw-droppingly captivating idea for a blog that will have hoardes of internet vagrants clawing at my comments board, I thought I’d just start writing about things I like. Which ought to be original in itself, as I like to hope that I’ve scraped together my own personality over the last quarter of a century.
Hopefully you will like what I like. You will soon discover (if you can bear to read more than this blurb) that mostly what I like consists of things that taste delicious, things that sound delicious and cheap wine.