Wednesday, 28 January 2015

wednesday wishlist

wednesday wishlist


I am not feeling internet shopping at the moment, which is a bloody shock for me and I'm not quite sure how to deal with it. I feel like I'm just waiting for the new season of clothes to come in so that I can get a bit loose with my debit card again and cry at the end of the month. That's more like normality. My purse is itching. With money I don't have. 

I have absolutely fallen in love with the Topshop lace dress, it's gorgegous - but also £70 and thus something I will never actually buy. And as its in white, I doubt it would ever be something I'd actually wear either. So it's probably a good thing it's just out of my reach. 

Monday, 26 January 2015

no more four ams.

This is a purely self indulgent post, which will possibly be of no interest to anyone else by me. But after eleven months, today was my last day of starting work at 5.45am. For the past eleven months I've survived on four hours sleep a night (pro-tip, if your alarm goes off at 4.40am, don't get into the habit of going to be at midnight). I'm pretty sure my skin has aged by about fifty years and I'm also pretty sure that I've forgotten what it's like to be human. I'm a night owl, I always have been, I function best at any time past 11pm and would rather much work into the night. Sometimes it's beyond me how I ended up on the shift I did...

But actually, there are things I'll miss about doing that shift. I get to see a side of London that a lot of people don't bother to see, when the streets are empty and you can walk down the middle of the road without getting run over. In the summer I used to walk the long way to work along the Thames and the Sun would rise and there was no one to bother me on the pavements. I've built a rapport with some of the few people around and about at that time - the man in the Newsagents who waves at me every morning as he gets the papers in, the man who once told me he feels sorry for me walking to work at that time and now waves when he goes past. It seems like London is a slightly friendlier place at 5.30am. 

And if I'm being really honest, I'm really going to miss being able to straighten my hair at my desk in the morning at work, because no one else was in the office at the same time. Walking to work with no make up on? Totally fine, no one is going to see me. 

But really, I don't love any of those things aywhere near enough as I love sleep. And so I'm looking forward to getting on to a more normal schedule and living a somewhat more normal life for a little bit. Hurrah! I would say though, if you ever have the chance or if you ever feel like making an effort, I would definitely recommend one weekend in the summer, foregoing the lie in and going for a wonder in London at 4am. Its a very different place, and a totally different way of exploring. 

Monday, 19 January 2015

how not to make a flourless chocolate cake.

A while back I invaded my friend Lizzie's kitchen to do a bit of baking as its next to impossible to do it in my own. She probably instantly regretted letting me do this. 

So you need:
  • 300g of plain chocolate.
  • 225g of caster sugar.
  • 175ml of boiling water.
  • 225g salted butter.
  • 6 free range eggs.
  • 2 tsp instant coffee powder (I used 1tsp of vanilla coffee and 1tsp of caramel coffee)
  • 2 tsp vanilla extract. 

The Malibu isn’t for the cake. That was to get me and Lizzie through this experience. 

For the topping I used some salted caramel (which I wasn’t good enough to make myself) and a lotta revels. 

So break the chocolate up, blend it in a food processor with the sugar until you get a fine powder. 

Separate the egg whites. 

Stop for pizza. 

Add the boiling water, butter, eggs yolks, coffee powder and vanilla extract to the powder and blend. 

Do not pull the blender off and let everything leak out the bottom. Lizzie is still finding chocolate mix in random places.

Whisk the egg whites until they form stuff peaks and then fold into the chocolate mixture. You’re meant to use a metal spoon. Not a wooden one. Oops.

Whack into a cake tin, bake for 45 minutes, or until a skewer comes out clean, at 180c. 

Whack in the fridge for a couple of hours and then decorate. 

Basically, this was a lot of drama. However, being able to make a flourless cake is always a good idea for Passover. I still have a lot of practice to do to really perfect this recipe, but at least I have a few months to do that. I do have to say that it may not have looked pretty, but I did take it into work the next day and it went down very well indeed. 

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

wednesday wishlist.

wednesday wishlist.

Like a total dick I managed to put my massive brick feet through my jeans creating a nice hole in the ass where my big thighs had already weakened the fabric. I am gutted. I hate jeans shopping, I had finally found a pair where I didn't want to cry when I put them on every morning and now I have to go through the dreaded jeans search all over again. I'm always drawn to Topshop's jeans, as everyone says they're quite flattering. But even though I moan about women's clothing sizes all the time (seriously, they mean nothing) and Topshop sell jeans in waist and leg sizes, so I should be happy, but in fact it puts me off. I live in an ignorance is bliss fashion when it comes to actual measurements and weight and I'm happy to keep it like that. At the moment I'm suffering through with my hole-y jeans, and just not bending down, but at some point I'll have to stop being a scruff bag and crack on with the search. God help me. 

Monday, 12 January 2015

a little trip to cambridge.

I've started to fall in love with Cambridge. I love how similar it is to Holland, so makes me feel all nostalgic with all those fuzzy feelings I get about Holland, but at the same time it's such an incredibly English place, with all of its own character. I even had a rented bike, and it reminded me just how much I love cycling and need to get my bike back from Birmingham and down to my flat in London. Plus it was quite a chilly grey day, what better way to keep warm? 

I love pretty buildings and I will stop to take photos of all of them if I can. This presents quite a problem in Cambridge, because 90% of the buildings are pretty and interesting. I must be the biggest nightmare to walk around there with. I came back with about 300 hundred photos, I've somehow managed to filter it down to some of my favourites. 

If you've never been to Cambridge, I fully recommend going. I could spend hours wondering around there, and always find something new to look at.