I like having lots of different cups rather than lots of matching ones.
It means you can choose one that feels right for the drink or the day. And some are mostly just there to look nice and only get used occasionally.Like this one. Lovely
I like having lots of different cups rather than lots of matching ones.
It means you can choose one that feels right for the drink or the day. And some are mostly just there to look nice and only get used occasionally.Like this one. Lovely
Today sees the start of the Real Food Festival at Earl’s Court. A chance for food lovers to wander round a vast aircraft hanger sized space packed with food producers and test their wares. There are lots of delicious sounding goodies on offer. But the best thing to do I think is stop by Rude Health’s stand to hear a roster of food lovers ranting. The ranters and ranteuses are a mixed bag of writers, bloggers and producers. All people impassioned by something food related and prepared to stand on a hay bale and let everyone know it.
This is the third time Rude Health have wheeled out the hay bale and the rants are becoming so popular its hard to bag a slot to let your voice be heard. To whet your appetite for someranting here is little ol’ me going on about boeuf bourguignon at Abergavenny in September:
I’m not going to be able to make it along this weekend but for anyone else who misses out the rants get posted here so you can always find your favourite.
Good luck to all the ranters this weekend particularly Scandilicious and Food Urchin who I KNOW are going to be brilliant :)).
Go ranters go!
The quince tree is in blossom. There seems to be a good amount. But so far the conversion rate of blossom to quinces has not been very spectacular year on year.
Year one: there was a quince, the squirrels stole it.
Year two: there were no quince. I guess that meant the squirrels couldn’t steal them.
Fingers crossed for better luck for this year.
Its fair to say I am an inveterate hoarder of stuff. All sorts of stuff. Books. Old adminy type things. Christmas and birthday cards. Shoes. Jars. Old kitchen things. Stuff. And more stuff.
This means our house can get quite full and because its an old house there aren’t actually that many places to shove or hide all this stuff. So rooms that are supposed to have other purposes become sort of holding areas for, well, stuff. And then if someone come to visit the stuff gets shuffled about and hidden for a while in a different room only to re-emerge and migrate back to its original position. Two rooms are particularly prone to this hoarding activity: the dining room and the spare bedroom.
But somewhere on Friday I developed the urge to actually be able to get in the dining room and use it for its proper purpose. And to do this I needed to get all the bottles and jars, empty and full, sorted and in the pantry, which of course was full of random things instead of pantry type things. The pantry is actually off the dining room because originally what we use as a dining room was the kitchen. So things meant for the pantry have a tendency to lurk on the dining room table.
I worked away diligently for much of Saturday and Sunday, sorting, getting rid, organising, putting things in boxes, regrouping, dusting, polishing, and on and on. Finally I emerged triumphant. All was sorted, everything in its rightful place and a dining room restored to its proper use, the pantry now pantry like.
So to celebrate we had a big roast dinner of shoulder of pork, pommes anna, asparagus and white sprouting broccoli. Yum. Oh and couple of nips of some of that lovely flavoured voddy. Here’s the recipe, works with all sorts of fruit including rhubarb (which is in season right now):
My Legendary Fruit Vodka