Hello there...

No, I haven't given up blogging, but LJ has always been an extra step and I'm going to stop now.

You can read my renamed-yet-essentially-the-same blog over here on Typepad, about food, knitting, my dog, my life over in my new home, etc etc. Or you can follow my journey of learning the cello on Fugue State. Or you can just look at ( Read more... )

You know how much I love to order takeaway food online. And how it appears, magically.

Well, I just found my favourite site. Just Eat lets you punch in your postcode and shows you the restaurants in your area you can order from - online. Not only that, but it does this weird automatic connect thing with an animation that somehow gives me more ( Read more... )

My oven has packed up. In particular, it seems to be the element that is no longer working ( Read more... )

So far, best of the lot has been Wahaca. More proper Mexican and less Mission-style, but still good. Despite slightly random service and antiseptic Wagamama-style seating. Here is the last churro, about to be disappeared:

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Ah yes. We awoke this moring to our neighbour's hot water heart contents emptying through a crack in our living room ceiling. At 6am. And I might mention this was the neighbour two floors up - our directly upstairs neighbours had their ceiling cave in.

After much mopping, we went back to bed. Now I should eat. And I should practise. But I'd much ( Read more... )

Seeing these car accidents of print production make me laugh. The dodgy fonts, weird art work and extremely random copywriting just makes me laugh. Most recently ( Read more... )

Why do I embark on massive cooking extravaganzas when I'm already tired? Friday evening is not the time to try a fish pie recipe when you haven't made a bechamel sauce in recent memory ( Read more... )

I've started helping my uncle with the family genealogy, as he's in Canada and the path leads back to England and Ireland. It's quite interesting, trying to track down where your people went and who they were. Jamaica is a bit of a black hole in terms of records, so I'm really following threads that lead to the UK, to and from Jamaica. Thankfully ( Read more... )

Sometime I find it hard to explain to people who have grown up on this island, the big expanses of snow-covered fields that are in my heart as a result of growing up in Canada.

I think about it more when I read Jane Urquhart books, since she is so good at describing it ( Read more... )