getting my good cheer on
Hello, you darlings – I’ve missed you terribly. Since we last spoke, the days have shortened and the nights have acquired a fierce bite. My knuckles are red and roughened from night-time bike… Continue reading
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Moxy and Beetroot Soup with Tempeh Croutons
Lest you think that I hold court in my kitchen with any semblance of pretentious type-A foodie-ism, behold — the humble 30 minute improv dinner. Making do with existing ingredients is one of… Continue reading
Yes to Maastricht
As a recovering perfectionist, believe me when I tell you that sometimes you need a little jolt of indulgence. Even when your will is balking and you don’t feel you’ve done enough to… Continue reading
Gingery Kale Salad
OH! This salad makes me want to put on my glad rags and do a little jig. It’s one of my top food revelations of 2012, mostly because its main ingredient has been… Continue reading
the stitch itch
When a chill sets over the land I start feeling a peculiarly strong itch to stitch. Here are two of my most recent parlays into stitchery: On the left is an ode to… Continue reading
la vie en cozy
I’m in love with the darkening autumn evenings that send us inside to brood. Fuzzy dotted socks, fuzzy paisley sweater…all bundled into the pose I mimic from my yoga guru/calico kitten who… Continue reading
roots.
The high street mannequins are flaunting heavily autumnal get-ups, cable-knit sweaters and corduroy trousers and quirky Aztec-patterned mittens. The ice cream shops are battening down the hatches for their winter hibernation and even… Continue reading
Cranberry Suckerpunch Smoothie
You wake up longing for autumn flavours in a summery skin. So you army-crawl into the kitchen and before your blender knows it you’re pulling out the big guns – zingy cranberries, dates, bee… Continue reading
lowercase days
sometimes i write in lowercase because it feels like i have nothing epic or loud or brave to say. especially these days, which have me circling in a weird holding pattern over several… Continue reading
the globe is at it again
A little prickle of melancholy poked me this morning because it was all too lovely — the sunny window seat. The glass of milky cold-brewed coffee, glistening with condensation diamonds. The thick weekend paper.… Continue reading