The Craft Beer Co
A beaut little group of pubs with butt loads of craft beer. Hello! Yep. Get involved. There also happens to be one up the road from Celeste’s new job in Farringdon.
Angus and Celeste
While perusing Australian flora illustrations for ideas for tattoos, I came across this beaut company. Love, love, love their vases. Hot dang! (The name isn’t half bad either.)
‘Letter’s to a young poet’ Rainer Maria Rilke
I read this when I was in my late teens, cause I was feeling so deep and like, perhaps, I was feeling things only a German poet could articulate. This has felt all a bit magic re-reading this. If you haven’t read it or at least not for a while then re-visit it. It’s a treat.
To continue with the nordic noir obsession I have been spending more than an acceptable time watching this show … and then rewinding it because I don’t speak swedish and wasn’t paying attention. It’s on BBC iplayer. Get involved. There’s a big man with a moustache and a lady with hectic eyeliner. It’s great.
Well just a few bits for your perusal, have fun!
Tracks of Foxes
Occasionally I find myself missing the simpler days of youth. There were boys, usually my friends older brothers, who I had massive crushes on but never said more than three words to. They were centaur-like. Beautiful, mythical creatures that would appear making those brief moments in your day all the more beautiful and mythical before disappearing off, mysteriously going about their lives. The lovely thing about knowing virtually nothing about someone is that they then can remain, in your eyes, perfect.
You know that when you don’t see them they are probably volunteering with excluded young people, expertly playing the harmonica, never having bad breath, cooking delicious and authentic mexican, getting up so an old person can have their seat on the tube … you get my drift. The problem is, the more interaction you have with these Centaurs the less beautiful and mythical they are and the fall from ‘Centaur’ to ‘just a guy’ is a bit of a shock.
As far as interaction goes I think first name basis is ok. However, surnames are a no go, then it means that facebook stalking can commence and that leaves you with no mystery.
Avoid talking about your ‘Centaur’. (This is a mistake that I commonly make.) The more you talk about them, the more information you accidentally stumble upon. It’s a sad day when you hear that your ‘Centaur’ is an arse or might actually be gay, rather than the harmonica playing philanthropist you thought about so fondly.
Anyway, here’s to centaurs, less complicated day brighteners.
Happy Hump Day.
p.s. the centaur illustration is by Arthur D Lemon. You can’t beat a centaur frollicking in a field eh?
You might have caught on that I like a good cheat recipe or a tip! It makes me feel like I’m beating the system 🙂 Maximum results with minimum effort.
Warning: If you’re a coffee enthusiast you might want to stop reading now.
We don’t own a fancy espresso machine with milk frothers and all.. and to be honest it would probably get used twice a year so there’s no need for us to own one anyway. But every now and then I get a hankering for a good milky frothy coffee, and usually at a point when it would take serious effort to go out and get one from a coffee shop.
So I discovered a way of making super silky smooth foamy drinks at home – with the help of a cafetiere/french press.
All I do is make my coffee a bit stronger than usual – either just in our Chemex or, if we have espresso, in our stove top pan.
Then I heat up milk in the microwave (remember it doubles in size when frothing so you only need about 1/3 mug) until nice and hot (not burned though!)
After this I pour the milk in the Cafetiere and pump it few times (try not to do it too briskly otherwise the milk will squirt out of the pouring bit) until I have the right amount of foam. Dead easy.
Good way to have a nice frothy coffee at home without any expensive machinery!
Another little weekend in pictures…
Some well deserved down time with Mollie Makes and a Black Russian.
Some charity shop beauties… Who doesn’t need a bunny plate?
Sarah and her husband cooked up an amazing Chipotle Beef Stew. Hot dang!
Sadly lovely Sarah had to bid farewell to her Mr. for a little while.
Comfy Nikes are dream town for your feet when you are on your fee all day!
What the Dickens?
What is this weather doing? I guess that was Summer?
And to get ready for the English Summer a new little umbrella.
Here’s to a hopefully lovely week ahead!
Tracks of Foxes
It seems that I have a thing for meeting incredibly talented ladies called Tracey in Coffee shops?
I just started my new job at a sweet coffee shop in central London and amidst the espressos, double shots and business people of Farringdon I got to meet this lovely family from California. Being super nosy while clearing their cups, I asked about the awesome contents of her table and found her to be one of the coolest mums. She designed this amazing travel kit for her lovely little girl to engage in their London adventures. Each pack has it’s own logo, questions, sketchbook. I want one!
Tracey also runs a beaut blog and design company. Have a little gander, you’ll see pictures from their adventures in London and also the coffee shop I’m now working in!
In our first week ever of Tracks of Foxes we featured ‘Gord’s Cowboy Rub‘ which proved to be a hit and a half! So tasty!
We return to Gord’s culinary genius with this super tasty BBQ sauce and just in time for evenings in the garden!
2 Litres of Dr Pepper
1 bottle of Ketchup
1 heaped tsp of onion powder
dash of Worcestershire sauce
tsp of Gords Cowboy Rub
Making some more Cowboy Rub.
Dr Pepper, you old dog you.
Cook down until thick!
It is a taste sensation to be sure!! (You’d do well to have some Goose Island too! yum!)
p.s. Keep an eye out for Napalm Whiskey BBQ sauce, part duex of Gord’s BBQ sauce series.