Apparently it takes 10 million foraging trips for a bee to make just one jar of honey. My blog shares the nectar from my own foraging in order to make life a little sweeter. Tea, toast & beret's are optional.
Last week I discovered Laduree has nestled into the cobbled streets of Covent Garden. Their little pastel coloured macaroons are such intense sweet loveliness they even snuck in above the ones at Sketch in my top 10 macaroon list (my dad and I were very pleasantly surprised by Sketch's lemongrass macaroons washed down with a cuppa,a rather pricey tea stop but definitely worth it for the ambiance, quirkiness & pastries) Third place in the list so far goes to the ones from some random little Toronto Patisserie that I was treated to last summer by my lovely host on my holidays. Shortly after I had declared the macaroon was dead and long live the whoopie pie. Oh how foolish was I. And how regretful after tasting the ones from wherever it was in Toronto.
So far I hadn't ever spotted a Laduree outside of gay Paris so was very excited to happen upon this little gem in Covent Garden after a night of French themed gallery going and gastronomy. It didn't even matter that the tea and macaroon fest cost the same as dinner, it was soooo worth it.
In an effort to recreate Parisian chic I decided to embark upon making my own. This was also due to the fact that should I wish to live on macaroons and tea this week I would need to remortgage in order to buy them from my local Waitrose at almost £6 a box. Ouch.
My home baked macaroons are far more of an ugly little sister to the elegant Parisian patisseries from Lauduree, however they are the ugly little sister with a heart of solid gold ad all the best dance moves as they taste damn fine. I have been told this too by taste-testers today at lunch, so you have it on good authority.
I shan't rewrite the recipe here...unless you ask nicely, but I shall share with you that I used Lorraine Pascale's recipe from 'Baking made Easy'. Although I tweaked it by adding some rose water to the mix for 1 batch and also a few drops of Almond Essence to the cream in another batch in an attempt to recreate the precious flavours of the Lauduree ones. Tres tasty.
Today's post is a celebration of the beauty of good bookshops.
I was gutted when my local Borders turned into a Pets at Home thus removing my favourite Friday post work guilty pleasure (Starbucks Chai & a stash of magazines/books helped pave the transition from working week to weekend) so I'm celebrating these little beauties as alternative reading rooms...
I Love love love Daunt's on Marylebone High Street where I recently found these enticing books for my reading wish list
Lazy Thoughts is one lady's comeback to Jerome K Jerome's Idle Thoughts of an Idle fellow so looking forward to digging into that one.
Much as I love a great bookshop like Daunt's you can't beet a root around a good ol' second hand one for digging out some curiosities. Here are some gem's I found in my local Help the Aged Charity bookshop (which also serves coffee and biccies enabling me to linger over the books and indulge in some great earwigging of chatter whilst browsing too)
Recently I sent a card to my friend Lizzie to invite her for tea & cake as I haven't seen her for a while, today I received a lovely acceptance card from her in the post which made me ponder on the Art of Acceptance. It's so nice to receive things through the post, particularly if they involve making plans. Sometimes an e mail or a text just won't cut it & a carrier pigeon is going a little too far. In honour of the art of acceptance I have searched a few little beauties on Etsy to share with you...
Today's post is a celebration of the humble banana as a breakfasting companion.
Upon waking a little jaded after an evening of overindulgence I am currently breakfasting in bed on my favourite hangover cure of Greek yogurt, banana, blueberries, honey & granola. Mmmmm.
Yesterday I frequented one of my favourite cafe's for a toasted banana and cinnamon sandwich which is so simple and scrummy.
Next Saturday I shall be breakfasting in Spittalfields with my friend Sarah, probably singing my new favourite song 'Breakfast in Spittalfields' by Juan Zelada. Not guaranteeing that a banana breakfast will be on the cards then but I wouldn't be at all surprised seen as the lovely crepe affaire does a great banana pancake (another banana brekkie fave)
Whilst singing the banana sarnie's praises I googled some other suggestions for accompaniments to spread on your toast alongside sliced banana....looks like honey, peanut butter or cashew butter are also worth a try, I'll keep you posted!