Food, Shelter & Clothing

Bad, GorBro, Bad.

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:24:00 +0000

http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifClick here for bad news bears. Usually, I am a fervent defender GorBro in the face of DavCam, but this is HOO HAA.

Walter Benjamin on Cupcakes...

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:07:00 +0000

I took this pic from Vasco's iphone yesterday.

And then we returned to our discussion of which film is scarier: Funny Games (V. 1.0) or Lost Highway.

News Flash: Kittens soon to be turned into throw pillows and placemats!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:19:00 +0000

Good kittens.

Bad kittens.

All soon to be turned into household accessories.

TEEN GETS HAND MANGLED IN MINGER

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:16:00 +0000

or maybe just a mincer. That isn't funny.

HOLY SMOKES! EGGSTRODINARY

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:23:00 +0000

So, dear reader, I didn't eat eggs that were eggy (exception, cheese or lemon souffle, of course) until about 2 years ago. My mother's cholesterol fears hooo haa of the 80s and 90s or perhaps memories of my one dear pet chicken, Squeaky, stuck with me until one day there were some ramps and asparagus at the Union Square farmer's market. I made an omelet with roasted asparagus, ramps and parmesan. I've slowly increased my egg rep so it now includes frittatas, quiche, koo koo, fried eggs and poached eggs. There is room to grow; boiled eggs have not yet convinced me. Anyway, now we get our eggs from Stocks Farm through Growing Communities, both at our veg box pick up and at their Stoke Newington Farmers Market. Once you've had these eggs, you'll be eating eggs round the clock. These eggs are pure goodness; I'm sure that the only cholesterol they have is the good one. Didn't Michael Pollan write something about happy, healthy eggs being ok? Hungover, these eggs fried with some bacon and ketchup are positively medicinal. Anyway, we get about 12 eggs a week from these guys. So, we were making dinner. The mister cracked one egg. Then he cracked another. This second egg was EGGSTRODINARY!! NOT ONE YOLK, NOT TWO YOLKS, BUT THREE YOLKS. Look at the pick below. Count the yolks! Count the shells!

Fat Cats, Very good books, and Margaret Howell HQ

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 12:21:00 +0000

Our neighborhood cat just can't get enough!

When I filmed this, I had had enough to drink. Perhaps slightly more than enough at the book party in honor of Cally Blackman's 100 Years of Menswear . It was a lovely soiree at Margaret Howell HQ, which is probably the single best place on earth. Or at least in this country. But I digress. The book is so much better than most fashion books. It is a fabulous collection of images and traces changes in visual culture through menswear. Also, on a pragmatic level, you won't bust the spine on it like I did on that Richard Martin and Harold Koda
Jocks and Nerds: Men's Style in the Twentieth Century. Quick note to Santa: I have already ordered it. Please buy me a new computer instead.
I recommend buying yourself this book:

And buying me this lovely 17 inch Mac Book Pro:

Only Chanel can top the ice cream cup cakes

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:38:00 +0000

I've nearly run out of ice cream cupcakes. We will share the last one tonight while finishing Edvard Munch. It has taken us 3 nights of viewing. The fashion is sublime.

More sublime and magical and ridiculous is the SS10 Chanel collection. I've been trying to steal pics to post. But alas it isn't working. So click through here, details as well:
Here!

Back to Munch and the last cupcake.

Oh yes. ICE CREAM CUPCAKES! MINT CHIP ICE CREAM CUPCAKES!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 16:16:00 +0000

One only turns the age I turned recently once. And this is how I wanted to celebrate:
Rarely does my mental image of my cooking match the actual results. This how they ended up:

Delicious. I use the chocolate cake and cream cheese frosting recipes from this CUPCAKE BLOG. I froze 'pellets' of ice cream in my idli tray, assembled and returned to the freezer.

Din, Din, Dins

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:55:00 +0000

The veg box yielded eggplant (aubergines) and cavolo nero. The mister and I made rice while at the gym, and started a daal beforehand.

1/2 -1 red onion, cut lengthwise in strips
2 cloves garlic, sliced
1 eggplant, diced to inch size pieces
couple cavolo nero leaves, shredded
veg oil to coat bottom of wok
cayenne pepper
ketchup
salt

Steam the eggplant/aubergine until knife tender, then drain.
Heat veg oil in wok over medium high heat, add onions once oil is hot. Stir fry. Once translucent, add cavolo nero leaves and garlic, and a few spoons of water. Continue stir frying until leaves are nice and wilted. Add eggplant, stir fry. Add cayenne pepper and salt to taste and a good dollop of ketchup. Stir fry and serve with rice, daal, and homemade mango lassis.Delicious. We turned the leftovers into a soup.

Lahmacun vs. Jil Sander

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:51:00 +0000

There was only one queue to wait on today. And alas, at lunchtime, even Jil Sander at Uniqlo doesn't trump my hunger. Does that make me a bad person?

Amen!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 09:52:00 +0000

Excellent! I have always hated Passing Clouds in Dalston. We nearly went to a night there but they wanted to charge 5 quid 'for the experience' as patchouli wafted towards me. I hate patchouli. I don't know about you, but 'the experience' doesn't cut it. So stupid. We ended up going to The Haggerston, an excellent pub, and spent our 5 quid there. I spend 5 quid there pretty often. Anyway, Passing Clouds seems to have made some more enemies! Excellent!

The only thing worse than fashion week is Stansted.

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 11:18:00 +0000

Fashion week is like the traveling. Too much hurrying up to wait, queuing, getting tickets checked, etc. The only thing worse that it is Stansted. Last time we flew from there, a family (mother and daughter in a cheap pink, father and son in cheap blue) were ahead of us in the queue. They seemed innocuous enough, despite the 45 minute queue to check baggage at 5am, until 3 minutes from the front of the line. The awful adolescent daughter started whimpering how she didnt feel well. Her mum was all 'we're nearly at the front of the queue.' THEN, this dreadful girl puked all over herself and her pink tracksuit. We nearly died. It was even worse when the mother took all of her used tissues and PUT THEM BACK IN HER LUGGAGE.

The Lion, The Witch and Their Wardrobe!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:02:00 +0000

Our shoes, our wardrobe.

More Meat...

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 08:41:00 +0000

As you know, dear reader, I love polka dots. So I'm sure you understand I have opinions on the new Thom Brown collection. But I'm not sure what they are yet. In the mean time, a pic from my walk home from work.

Meat I'd like to meet and then eat.

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 15:30:00 +0000

This was in Bath. Alas, I didn't get to try any.

Shelter

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:13:00 +0000

Dear Reader,

We have found a new flat. We are moving on Monday. We will be decorating it with this:

Did I mention it is hooked or needlepoint? The Mister doesn't yet know.

Storms = Hot Chocolate

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:14:00 +0000

Dear Reader,

The pressure is dropping (or rising?) and the regular wind has turned gusty and the clouds are extraordinarily ominous. Which means I am thinking about one thing and one thing only... hot chocolate.

We had this cup with churros in Madrid several months ago. I can't remember where the restaurant/churro house/cafeteria was located. It had a gorgeous metal interior like a submarine. We had to catch our plane soon after eating these.

Nice Colored Heavy Industrial Stuff Nearly Matching Shoes

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 16:36:00 +0000

Yowzers!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 11:15:00 +0000

Guess I'll go eat worms

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:35:00 +0000

From Whitstable.

postal

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 14:09:00 +0000

Nice BBQ at Anchor and Hope

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:47:00 +0000

We are very fond of this pub, The Anchor and Hope, by our canal. Today after the blackberry harvest (more on that soon) we stopped by to have a pint and sit canal side. We were pleasantly surprised to see that they have a bbq operation up and running on sunny weekends. Christoph had a lovely stilton and leek sausage in a roll and I had the cumberland in a roll. Then some lady jumped into the canal and went for a swim. Personally, I don't think swimming in the dirty canal is very appealing, but to each their own.

Whitstable

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:02:00 +0000

uber wanderfahrenlust

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:56:00 +0000

Suspected swine flu stymied Spanish holiday plans. So, instead we headed to Germany for our road trip, or as I like to call it: uber wanderfahrenlust.

We will fly to Frankfurt, spend some time in the heimat, and proceed to Weisbaden, and Berlin. With as much wild boar sausage as this girl can find.

MSG

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 12:25:00 +0000

25KG of MSG. We didn't buy it.