Monthly Archives: February 2017

Reading List (28/2)

Last day in February! Anyone else freaking out?

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A seriously innovative and dare I say it, cool way to present a PhD thesis.

Pistachio cream doughnuts. Like, I’ve always thought doughnuts too much of a faff to make at home (and when I’m in need of a fix I get some from Small Food Bakery instead) but for these I might change my mind.

Myths of academia and life post-PhD. A PhD who works in a chocolate factory.

Cities and green space.

I need to plan another trip to Paris. Soon.

Animal album covers.

Food and Brexit.

On bread and wheat.

I discovered Elly Griffiths by accident – through a bookshop newsletter. I then found her in my library’s audio app and listened to The Ghost Fields over the weekend. It was great, all windswept Norfolk beaches, archaeological mysteries and dysfunctional detectives. What’s not to love? I’ve already downloaded another that I’m listening to on the train in the morning.

Have a good week! x

 

Reading List (21/2)

 

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Blackberries (for those of you in the South).

On the pending apocalypse and society’s obsession with the end of the world.

Giving up a business at the peak of it’s success.

A response to those accusing us young’uns of wasting food because we like to take photographs of our meals. A new supermarket where you can pay what you want.

If you’re struggling to find new podcasts to listen to, Vogue has a list for you. (This is not me, by the way. I have so many and am addicted to so many, that I fear finding any more may actually tip me over an edge into the podcast unknown, where I will just listen to stories forever and ever, until I fade away from lack of nourishment).

Jay Rayner on what children should learn to cook.

Nancy Silverton! Swoon. How amazing is she? New chef crush. Watched the episode of her on Chef’s Table last night and am baking bread today. Possibly these things are related.

Mushroom hunting. Sounds like a fairly dangerous (although lucrative) past time to be honest.

Onion and cheese pie. Perfect for late winter dinners I think.

Albert Adria’s new restaurant in Barcelona.

Food and language. On using the word ‘interesting’, which I confess I use too much.

Protest, with food posters. And an interview about the collection.

Neil Gaiman reading a myth from his new book.

I love a crumble-tart – and this one, from Jeremy Lee, looks super.

This is an interesting read, about being a sober woman.

Farming and retirement.

Russian honey cake (pictured above). I was inspired to make this after watching Vladimir Mukhin’s episode on Chef’s Table. He serves his take on this cake alongside his grandmother’s version. Both looked divine so I tried my hand at it. It is sort-of-super-easy… (there are some quirks) but it tastes excellent. I have some ideas about how I might make it easier next time.

Have a good week! x

Reading List (14/2)

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On building communities, developing connections and participatory politics. Eating food, learning culture, developing empathy. The Boundless Kitchen in Denmark. Refugees making walnut baklava in NYC.

Children’s books for stressful times.

Mr Darcy wouldn’t have looked like Colin Firth. I’m okay with carrying on pretending he would have. Anyone else?

Breakfast rolls.

Should we consider veganism?

A history of Nutella.

Is the ‘Instagram generation’ wasting too much food?

Reuben Riffel.

Orchids in a museum exhibition.

Surf inspiration. And wilderness inspiration.

Ottolenghi in praise of dessert.

This.

Literary confession: I have never actually read Charles Dickens. I have listened to Neil Gaiman read A Christmas Carol, (which is a truly wonderful and magical way to spend a few Christmas hours) but that is as far as it goes. They just never grasped me the way other classics did. But maybe, given all the food references, I should give them a go again?

Building networks and community through gardens.

The logistics of school lunches in the US, and how to make them work so the food they produce for children to eat is better.

I listened to The Gospel According to Drew Barrymore over the weekend, while I baked a blood orange and poppyseed loaf. It was stellar fluffy storytelling about the lives of two friends that I thoroughly enjoyed. Now I’m listening to Black Widow and watching Endeavour, in an attempt at some kind of detective overload I think.

Also, it’s my birthday next week (Tuesday as it happens) and I’m freaking out about the potentiality of approaching my mid-thirties (not quite yet but imminently – is it time to get a five-year plan? Have I achieved enough? And so on and so forth. Anxiety at the ready, always.) So I’m super excited about the new season of Chef’s Table that arrives on Friday, which means I can spend Sunday diverting my attention to that rather than dwelling on my age. (On Friday evening and Saturday I am spending time with the Princess, looking at art and eating.)

Have a good week! x

 

Reading List (7/2)

On marching for life. Here are some ideas if you’d like to make some changes to help the world. Bookstore subtlety.

Mint-chocolate chip ice cream.

Farming in times of climate change.

Feeding defective Skittles to cows. Apparently this is a thing. Mind. Blown.

Arriving at JFK after the ban. On ‘disremembering‘ the past and realising there is more than one fight.

Love this: 100 days, 100 dinners.

New chef crushes: Pierre Jancou and Adeline Grattard. Both in Paris. Both on my list of places I’d like to eat when next there. (Late September maybe.)

God this is depressing: even from a young age, girls don’t think their gender is super smart. And to compensate: feminist writing for young people.

When you start to feel bad about not being happy.

Rachel Carson.

Gossip Girl is 10 years old.

Resetting your wake/sleep cycle.

Exhibition on at Nottingham Contemporary. A really fascinating research project on young children in the theatre.

I read, on Sunday afternoon, Bee Wilson’s This Is Not A Diet Book. Every now and then, I need someone to talk sense to me about eating. This year, this was this book. Nothing silly. No radical changes. Small steps.