Wednesday, 16 April 2014


Coming out of Finsbury Park station over the weekend, the air was unbelievably heavy with the smell of strawberries from the busy fruit stall right beside the exit. 

Strawberries are somewhat misleading though, don't you think? Their scent and glossy redness are only occasionally matched by a syrupy flesh, often it can be white, watery and bitter. Am I wrong?? In theory I always think, heavenly, in reality, I usually wish I'd chosen a punnet of something else.

Nonetheless, the smell in the air was heavenly. It made me think of summer; bees drunkenly hovering over flower buds, sweaty foreheads and heaving beer gardens. 

Though we now need not wait for the arrival of summer fruits, with a whole array imported from hotter climates all year round, it is always so pleasing when you begin to see new additions on market stalls or indeed in supermarkets.

And so, this morning I had golden plum along with my usual chopped apple, blueberries and yogurt. I know, VIRTUOUS, right? 

Downhill from here, I can assure you ...

T x

Monday, 14 April 2014

For the record ...

Good friends give you life advice, laughter, memories etcetera, etcetera. 

But great friends, great friends give you truffles. 

Sleep tight,

T x

Friday, 11 April 2014

Gorgeous Thursday (weather and food ... )

Last night I had the most delicious plate of duck- panfried with lavender and served with beautifully buttery dauphinois potatoes and sweet, sticky red cabbage.

It was absolutely WONDERFUL, I cannot tell you.

May your weekend bring you equally pleasing grub.

T x

Monday, 7 April 2014

One Wet Monday

I kicked off the week in one of my favourite places, Ikea, with my favourite person, D.

I came across two things that made me overjoyed:

This gorgeous pea green couch (please note, D not included with purchase) 

And ...

I've seen it before and, well, could I agree more?

T x

Wednesday, 2 April 2014


Last year I posted a photograph I had taken of a lovely table setting, marking the Iranian New Year, Nowrūz. 

I had been leaving the house of a family I was working with and was drawn to the array of objects arranged on a coffee table. I was told the correct name for this arrangement is Haft-Seen, and all of the items represent a different element of spring.

I remember it being such a damp, dark, nippy Friday evening and I had been feeling very much the victim of an extended winter; in short, spring felt far off. 

Here we are, just over a year later and I find myself unexpectedly back with the aforementioned family. I have returned to so many things that are familiar, yet much seems different. Here is a photograph of the same family's display this spring:

I found the contrast between the lighting in the images I have taken to be so stark, it made me smile. I actually love both, equally.

Today I was helping a little boy make an Easter bonnet, something I remember taking very seriously when I was in primary school myself. (I do even recall a first place prize one year, as you asked.)

We spent much of the day talking about letting go of certain feelings, so as not to let then overwhelm and lead us astray, but also respecting their relevance too. 

He was an incredibly charming, astute little boy, but one so full of rage and sadness he frightened not just his peers, but himself too, I sensed. A ruled line that he felt wasn't straight enough or an unwelcome glance from a passing face in the corridor was enough to cause an eruption, but behind it was the panic that it's all a bit hopeless and can't be changed. Pretty heartbreaking stuff considering he is just 8.

As I showed him how to weave strips of limp mint green and pink paper, I couldn't help but feel the current absence of light in his life, yet I felt so aware of his inner brightness, a wild flicker at the moment, but one I hope will become more visible to him as time goes on.

And on that note, I can't quite believe how speedily the year is racing by, and I so welcome the brighter mornings and softening nights, for myself and all around me.  

T x

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Pinch, Punch, First Day of the ...

Gorgeous cherry blossom.

Pretty purple mangetout.

A funny Danish kids alphabet book- this page is about a lady who eats lots of sausages ...

T x

Saturday, 29 March 2014


One night, back in my early teens, I stood in an empty, dark, cool passage of an otherwise hot, crowded nightclub, as my then closest friend came out. I was the first person she had told and I wept at the magnitude of what she was sharing with me. My heart swelled and broke knowing she had carried this with her for so long and felt she couldn't tell anyone. 

I will never forget that night, nor will I forget the excitement in her voice the first time she fell in love with a girl; the same excitement you hear in the voice of anyone falling in love, because (shock horror) love really is love.

Today, many couples, of varying age, colour, background, length of courtship, were able to legally marry across England and Wales. A triumph, or, as the Guardian wrote, 'a victory for love'. 

A victory for love indeed; it is so utterly wonderful. However, let us not forget the many, many women and men across the world who are still astonishingly being denied the basic human right, correction, basic human NEED to love who they love and celebrate this however they choose. 

We still have a long way to go, but we must recognise each individual step towards what is right and what is beautiful.

Not a food related post, but, dare I say it, something even more important to me than butter.

T x

Top of page photo credit: The Guardian