Well. I'm feeling very weary. I've just spent the weekend in lovely Rome. It was great. I like it a lot. The food is fab, the weather was warm (warmer than here anyway!) and the people are all so cool it's unbelievable. Even the slightly less attractive people were so chic they made me feel like a bag of spanners as I lumped around the place. It was my birthday yesterday and the trip to Rome was my present from the other half. And a splendid gift it was too. I insisted on many coffee stops whilst wending my way from spectacular edifice to stunning historic moument (and they're only the ice creams I consumed - not even mentioned the sightseeing yet!)
Back to work today tho and it's all so grey and grim that it's taking all of my powers of concentration to prevent my head from slumping to my desk in a drool puddled stupour. However, there's always the cake. We have plenty on offer today but my faves so far (I've only tried a couple) are chocolate pies and mini lemon meringues - well done Waitrose!!!!
It's also raining now too which is adding to my feelings of absolute gloom. When oh when will it be Spring again. Then I can gallop with crazy foolish abandon across tulip laden meadows towards a table groaning with the weight of afternoon tea and biccies. Sigh.
I could do with a serious lie down now. In between the last paragraph and this, I squeezed a doughnut in. It was only a small one so I thought it was probably rude not to...
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Cake and choc-a-go-go!
Yowsers!!!
It's Valentine's Day (obviously) and blog-buddy Adele's birthday today so the office is postively studded and festooned with cake, sweets and goodies.
Commiserations to those who waited in vain for the flowers and cards to arrive, discussions with colleagues indicate that we feel your pain!
However, there's always our favourite artery clogging, tooth rot to fall back on. Chocolate. Whilst unable to solve third world debt and eradicate crime, chocolate goes a little way to spreading a bit of love! Pass it around we say. A malteser here, a minstrel there. Every little helps!
Cake goes even further in it's stodgily friendly way. Currently doing the rounds just a few feet away are doughnuts (both jam and custard), Bakewell tarts (a personal favourite), chocolate teacake thingies (a personal fave of the other half so may smuggle one or two home to win extra Valentines brownie points! Mmmm - brownies!!!). Many other lively little delights are there too and I'm planning a full frontal attack upon those later, once my doughnuts settle......
I'm thinking that there are so many missed opportunities out there for valentines cakes - Bakewell Hearts for example. I may think up some more cakey puns and add them later. Or maybe I'll completely forget and leave it all hanging lamely until I next blog and have to release a feeble apology... hmm...
It's Valentine's Day (obviously) and blog-buddy Adele's birthday today so the office is postively studded and festooned with cake, sweets and goodies.
Commiserations to those who waited in vain for the flowers and cards to arrive, discussions with colleagues indicate that we feel your pain!
However, there's always our favourite artery clogging, tooth rot to fall back on. Chocolate. Whilst unable to solve third world debt and eradicate crime, chocolate goes a little way to spreading a bit of love! Pass it around we say. A malteser here, a minstrel there. Every little helps!
Cake goes even further in it's stodgily friendly way. Currently doing the rounds just a few feet away are doughnuts (both jam and custard), Bakewell tarts (a personal favourite), chocolate teacake thingies (a personal fave of the other half so may smuggle one or two home to win extra Valentines brownie points! Mmmm - brownies!!!). Many other lively little delights are there too and I'm planning a full frontal attack upon those later, once my doughnuts settle......
I'm thinking that there are so many missed opportunities out there for valentines cakes - Bakewell Hearts for example. I may think up some more cakey puns and add them later. Or maybe I'll completely forget and leave it all hanging lamely until I next blog and have to release a feeble apology... hmm...
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Chicken Jeera & Tarka Daal!!
Yes, yes, I know it's not a dessert. And yes, yes, I know I haven't blogged for at least a small eternity. I'll explain both.
I kinda lost faith in blog when I sat all keen 'n' eager just at the rosy, fresh dawn of the new year and the blog thingy just kept saying that there were problems with memory and I'd have to delete stuff. I couldn't get it to work and after a few attempts - evidence now displayed for all to see! - I couldn't get any other response from the darn thing! It was only today, in passing, whilst discussing Chicken Jeera et al. that my colleague Adele told me I should blog about it and that my New Year one had in fact worked.
There was some light rejoicing (let's call it 'diet rejoice' - it's the only mention of diets that there's ever gonna be on my blog!).
Well here I am. Full of chicken jeera and tarka daal. All pleased with myself for eating something so yummy for lunch. I realise it's not any kind of dessert but it's an unusual blogging day and that means that it's allowed. For today.
What do I tell ya now? Hmmm.....
I spent the first week or so of this year In Delhi on business. It was cold. Very cold. I arrived armed with my shorts, sunglasses and a nifty collection of short-sleeved wear. I ended up swathed in multiple layers (of previously mentioned glam short-sleeved wear) and a hooded top. Of course I consumed much Indian fare and was kept extremely happy by an Indian dessert made entirely out of carrots and milk. Sounds spooky I know but it's an amazingly cheeky surprise. Well done and hats off to our Indian dessert buddies! It's kind of like treacle sponge but not as spongey. It was warm and comforting - especially on chilly days.
Other new dessert discoveries..... update.....
My flat in Brighton is close to a cool foodie place - called The Real Eating Company - pop in if you're nearby, it's fab. Mind you, don't all go at once as I'd like to make sure that there's always a spot for me to throw myself down on a Sunday morning! Everyone's so friendly (and attractive which is always a splendid bonus). They have just opened up a patisserie a few doors down that make the most un-believ-able pan au chocolat! I shall eat nothing else for breakfast again. And breakfasts shall now last well into the afternoon to provide ample opportunity to scoff down as many as possible. Of course a nice cup of tea assists the process admirably. They also do a nice line in enormous pies too, so if you're fancying a little something savoury....
I've exhausted myself now. My curry high is ebbing away and I'm crashing into post lunchtime doldrums and in need of a sugar rush to nudge me on until 5.30pm. Hmmm... think I'd quite like a kit-kat chunky.....
I kinda lost faith in blog when I sat all keen 'n' eager just at the rosy, fresh dawn of the new year and the blog thingy just kept saying that there were problems with memory and I'd have to delete stuff. I couldn't get it to work and after a few attempts - evidence now displayed for all to see! - I couldn't get any other response from the darn thing! It was only today, in passing, whilst discussing Chicken Jeera et al. that my colleague Adele told me I should blog about it and that my New Year one had in fact worked.
There was some light rejoicing (let's call it 'diet rejoice' - it's the only mention of diets that there's ever gonna be on my blog!).
Well here I am. Full of chicken jeera and tarka daal. All pleased with myself for eating something so yummy for lunch. I realise it's not any kind of dessert but it's an unusual blogging day and that means that it's allowed. For today.
What do I tell ya now? Hmmm.....
I spent the first week or so of this year In Delhi on business. It was cold. Very cold. I arrived armed with my shorts, sunglasses and a nifty collection of short-sleeved wear. I ended up swathed in multiple layers (of previously mentioned glam short-sleeved wear) and a hooded top. Of course I consumed much Indian fare and was kept extremely happy by an Indian dessert made entirely out of carrots and milk. Sounds spooky I know but it's an amazingly cheeky surprise. Well done and hats off to our Indian dessert buddies! It's kind of like treacle sponge but not as spongey. It was warm and comforting - especially on chilly days.
Other new dessert discoveries..... update.....
My flat in Brighton is close to a cool foodie place - called The Real Eating Company - pop in if you're nearby, it's fab. Mind you, don't all go at once as I'd like to make sure that there's always a spot for me to throw myself down on a Sunday morning! Everyone's so friendly (and attractive which is always a splendid bonus). They have just opened up a patisserie a few doors down that make the most un-believ-able pan au chocolat! I shall eat nothing else for breakfast again. And breakfasts shall now last well into the afternoon to provide ample opportunity to scoff down as many as possible. Of course a nice cup of tea assists the process admirably. They also do a nice line in enormous pies too, so if you're fancying a little something savoury....
I've exhausted myself now. My curry high is ebbing away and I'm crashing into post lunchtime doldrums and in need of a sugar rush to nudge me on until 5.30pm. Hmmm... think I'd quite like a kit-kat chunky.....
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