Recently, I’ve been working very early in the morning. Asleep-in-the-shower early. Easiest way to dress myself is in gym gear, and maybe it will even lead to some exercise beyond working out the jaw muscles when I clock off. I’m kinda like this:
I’ve been thinking for a while now how great it would be to swap recipes and collaborate, and I miss all the delish food of Ireland. I just got a notification that tonnes of Irish people have been reading, would anyone (from anywhere, really) like to swap recipes?
You can comment here, or through facebook 🙂
With love, from Charlotte
After Paris, I jet-setted myself off to Ireland in a reverse-Joyce to meet up with two wonderful friends in Dublin.
Ireland was gorgeous, gorgeous – but the fashion and food was decidedly ‘pub-friendly’. Given my love of tailgating/bar food, that was divine, but looks a bit less elegant straight after Paris. We spent two days solid eating, wandering and drinking beer. Divinity. Read the rest of this entry »
When I was little, I lived across from l’Alliance Française and took french classes, picturing myself as some kindof madeline. We used to drive up to Montreal and I’d be able to fake some frenchiness. I’ve been a francophile for. ever.
Paris was always the ‘destination’ for my mum and I. She had lived there, and wanted to show me the most incredible city in the world. I never got to do that with her – but this trip felt like exactly what she would have loved. I lost my beautiful mum on Remembrance day, and the train pulling into Paris from the airport was lined in bright red poppies. It felt like it was exactly where she would have wanted me to be.
And then there’s the food.
My plan was, for my weekend in Paris, to just walk every waking moment and eat everything in sight. I achieved this plan. I also stayed with a gorgeous girl through AirBNB on the Rue de Belleville who gave me directions, took me out to dinner (I only spoke French! To French people!), and ate cheese and baguette with me (even explaining the devestatingly french man eating his baguette and brie dipped in his morning coffee) She insisted that she lend me a beret and take a photo of me posing with my espresso in a cafe. The whole experience was magic.
These were some of the meals that, through butter content and taste, will remain in my heart forever.
I’m in Europe! Exams over, and I shipped out. Hopped a plane, train, and busses, so far to Paris, Dublin and now in Galway.
Before I left, I threw a huge dinner party in a Potluck style. Its the best way to feed a crowd, and the way I did it was I made a delicious root vegetable pie and everyone else brought dessert. I felt like Marie Antoinette.
The pie is the best thing I can make in winter – and you can change the original recipe to suit whatever veggies you have. I love throwing broccoli in at the end and I usually can’t find celeriac at my local shops. The biscuits can also be made separately and serve it stew-style. Read the rest of this entry »
I have finally finished exams. Last night I read 500pages/750page textbook.
It feels a little like this.
And a lot like this.
But mostly, I just fell asleep where I’m sitting.
How does one celebrate such a fantastic ending? With not a bang, but an uncomfortably full stomach. Like, lamb burger with olives, tzatziki and chilli fries, followed by a dinner of crisp-skinned seared duck with an orange and green peppercorn sauce (courtesy of the ever patient ginger pagan- my boyfriend) followed by a gloriously excessive sweet gnocci with cinnamon, lindt chocolate, custard and caster sugar. (All accompanied by wine, baguette and brie)
But real proof that he’s golden? The comment, ‘I even got you your favourite butter [because I know how much you hate margarine]’. Yes, I have a favourite butter. Its Lurpac. I defy anyone not to want to eat that smothered on bread like cheese. Delicious danish excessive calories. Yum yum yum.
With love, from Charlotte
I am still exam-ing and studying and generally just poo at the moment.
I still want flavor, just have no time to shop or cook. So this was a recent forage through the pantry. Note: the sardines were from a lucky dip at a party themed ‘evil’. For reference.
Looks like when I’m stressy, I just want some weird-ass fish. Jalapeno sardines, friends?
With love, from Charlotte
I’m figuring out the scheduling of posts for this blog, and how best to post to reach other cooks/foodies and connect! I would really like to become a part of the cooking/blogging community, but I’m afraid its a little bit like this. I’d probably be like this, and end up just like this. (That last gif is stunningly close to my current growing-out-pixie-cut hair length. Add that to an exam/assessment schedule that threatens to knock my sanity and I am in hell.)
Let me know about your food adventures, and I’ll be delighted and tempted to stay in bed all day blogging forever and ever. Lets swap recipes and talk technique. I’m all ears!
Until then, this is my moussaka. The boyf refuses to remember what its called, and so he just calls it ‘mouse cakes’ – seeing as it is the most inauthentic moussaka to grace the blogosphere, I’m tempted to just call it that. But its a loose interpretation of the delicious greek lasagne and hell, I love it. Plus, eggplants are on crazy-sale, so when I make a shittonne of baba ganoujsh it goes nicely. You could also just use extra fried eggplant.
Finally, this could totally be made as a vegetarian dish by just omitting the meat altogether. The mushrooms add enough flavour/meatiness on their own and you could even ‘beef’ it up with some lentils. If you’re feeling extra fancy, add in some yummy kalamata olives before you slather the dish in baba ganoujsh. Read the rest of this entry »