My boyfriend hates Jamie Oliver, and I mean really, truly hates. This has lead to some blazing rows, but I know he’s not alone. With some people there seems to be this undercurrent of mistrust, annoyance and just general dislike to everything he does, and quite frankly I can’t understand it.
Why am I telling you this? Well, a couple of weekends ago I was kindly invited by Hannah Norris at Nourish PR to try out the new breakfast menu at Fifteen London. I’d never been to Fifteen before, under the assumption that as celebrity chef restaurant firstly, I couldn’t afford to eat there, and secondly they’d take one look at me and know I couldn’t afford to eat there. It’d be just like that scene in Pretty Woman where she goes shopping, except without me being a prostitute.
Freshly baked hot cross buns
Exciting times, I’ve had my first ever guest post! This post actually went up on Meemalee’s blog a few days ago I’ve been a bit rubbish at getting the linked post up here; so sorry to Meems and better late than never hey? Check out my relatively succinct post (for me, I still managed to write more than in any of Meemalee’s other posts) over at The Haiku Review or read on if you want the slightly lengthier version and then click through at the end. Continue reading
I love Twitter; a few months ago I was lucky enough to spot a tweet from Hannah Norris of Nourish PR asking for anyone working in a North London office to get in touch. There was free food to be had so of course I emailed right away. It turned out Hannah was handling PR for the newly opened Delhi Grill in Chapel Market, Islington, an Indian ‘Dhaba‘ Canteen seeking in their own words to serve:
“Indian food as it should be – freshly ground spices – slow-cooked – deep, delicious flavours – no stir in sauces – and not swimming in oil”
In order to promote their opening and get the word out they wanted to send some free lunch time rotis out to businesses nearby; I gave Hannah our office address and people numbers and that was that. Weeks went by and all remained silent, then suddenly about a month ago I got another email from Hannah; how was Friday for a roti delivery? Brilliant, I sent word round the office that Friday would be free lunch day. Continue reading
Grilled Asparagus with a Poached Egg and Roasted Pork Belly
A few weeks ago I took one of my best friends in the world on a date, dinner and a movie, to celebrate his aging one more year. The plan had formed around the oncoming release of Eclipse, the third film in the Twilight Saga. Yes the Twilight Saga, no I’m not ashamed; angst ridden vampires are hot, they just are, even if this particular series does stray frequently into wangst territory instead*. Initially this was to be paired with a trip to Brindisa, to satisfy my friend’s never sated lust for prawns, however like the cheap date that I am when I went to book the film tickets I immediately noticed that I could save six whole pounds if we cinema’d closer to home in Angel; that’s right six whole pounds. This meant Brindisa was off the cards, but no worry there were plenty of places for us to eat on Upper Street, and I had one in particular in mind.
So early in the week I made the call to Ottolenghi to book our pre-cinema table. Continue reading
Oh Marble Beers how I love thee so, brewers of the amber nectar of my Manchester youth; Ginger Marble. From my first 18(or so) year old sip I was forever smitten with this beer, and their other brews aren’t anything to be sniffed at either. If I could buy Marble Beers here in London I would be a very happy girl, a very happy and potentially very drunk girl, but very happy none-the-less, and definitely not just because I was so drunk.
Hypothetical alcoholism aside, I was first introduced to the wonders of Marble as a late teenager by my Chorlton dwelling then girlfriend, who as luck would have it lived walking distance from the Marble Beerhouse , one of only three Marble bars to be found. Many an afternoon and evening were happily wiled away there, discussing the world over pints of my beautiful Ginger, but then came University, and I discovered with sadness just how rare this ale was. Continue reading