As sunshine tentatively peeked though Cambridge’s cloudy sky, cheekily promising a warm summer ahead, I found myself sat in a small café on Bridge Street watching a friend sprawled across a coffee table, mock smoking a vegetarian sausage, and having watercress chucked at her.
So my own personal version heaven would probably look exactly like Borough Market on a sunny sunday morning – right down to the overcrowded masses and scuffed pavements.
And despite having thought about what a place entirely dedicated to my favourite thing on this planet must be like for what seems like eons – I only visited for the first time last month. Entirely by accident.
Getting off a stop too early on my way to a friend’s house I literally found myself standing in the above archway, staring up, mouth agape, and with only 10 minutes to spare before I would be late for meeting people. (The worst luck I know). Continue reading →
So considering it has been nearly a week since Easter Sunday, it’s probably safe to say that this post is a little over due. But thats qualification is solely for people who seem to think eating Hot Cross buns is only an acceptable activity leading up to easter weekend and are happy to live bunless existences for the rest of the year.
Birthdays are, if nothing else, an excellent excuse to stuff yourself with an absurd amount of cake.
Of course this isn’t constricted to your own special day – though I implore people to eat a damn good amount of cake when that rolls around too! So when one of my best friend’s birthdays cropped up I took it as an excuse to do something a little bit naughty in the kitchen.
Naughty in the way only three rich, fudgy chocolate sponge layers jammed together by a truly ridiculous cream cheese and peanut butter frosting, then drenched in a intense peanut butter laced ganache, can be.
I mean… come on…
It is easily the sexiest thing I’ve had in my kitchen recently.
Cafes are, without a doubt, a typical haunt for most students, as a little hybrid between the soulless confines of a library or the unproductive, lazy environment of your bedroom they are an ideal place to curl up in for a couple of hours to do some work. I’ve spent hours in Nero or Starbuck sipping a single chai latte leafing through books, typing away on my laptop, saying hi to the hordes of students I see milling in and out.
Afternoon Tease isn’t that kind of cafe. Not that you couldn’t spend an afternoon there doing work, though the chic wooden benches and tables aren’t as enticing as Nero’s squishy sofas for that sort of thing, your reasons for going to Afternoon Tease should have far more to do with your rumbling belly than your mounting work load. Continue reading →
So this post is long over due… mostly because I felt a bit guilty since I failed. Ugh. Fail. Failure. What an awful word, one that I like to keep as far away from how I think about myself. I got to dinner on day 6 and was in the middle of making my brother a flatbread pizza for dinner when the smell of melting cheese and roast chicken kind of ruined any dedication I had. So I whipped up a healthier version for myself (wholemeal wrap as a base smeared with some tomato puree, turkey breast, diced green peppers and some parmesan on top) and dug in happily. To be honest, the only guilt I felt was at the prospect of having to make this post not because I’d eaten what I wanted to. If I’m being honest after nearly 6 full days of cutting out gluten, diary and meat I wasn’t feeling dramatically “cleansed” or anything like that… Continue reading →