How hard is it to poach an egg?
A lot harder than boiling one, and way more difficult than frying. Mine always end up with runny whites, or angry and rubbery from being overboiled.
But today I had a chance encounter with a perfectly poached egg – well, two actually.
It was one of those rushing-about, not-quite-ready, where’s-my-jumper mornings, with a pinch of tripping-over-the-cat. Then Ted helped me take a small mountain of parcels to Brixton post office, and after half an hour of battling the automatic machine (with help from a very lovely lady) the parcels were finally weighed, stamped and dispatched.
What a relief.
I needed coffee. I stepped outside the post office.
As if by magic, this sign appeared:
So yesterday, Ted and I went out for breakfast, in search of something healthy.
Nothing grabbed us on Coldharbour Lane (I miss the Phoenix so much) so we went into Market Row.
Before we could even look at the temptation that is Express Café (best eggs in Brixton FYI) we saw that Kuku, the pretty new Persian place was open.
“I wonder if they do … AAIIEE!” I said. Because who was inside, but Saja! Which of course she was, because who else would be running it, and how daft of me not to realise before.
The craftiest of foxes were back at the Dogstar this weekend, so of course I went along to see their latest treasures.
One of the nice things about Crafty Fox is that quite a few of the sellers are regular. It makes it so much more special when you can meet the person who’s made a Lovely Thing, and even more so when you can see their work develop.
One of my real passions is art and craft from local artists and creators. So today I’d like to introduce you to the work of an extremely talented artist and someone I’m happy to call a friend, Brixton-based artist Judith Rugg.
Judith previewed her latest series of paintings last month and Ted and I were both so taken with them that I had to share them with you.
Hasn’t the weather been beautiful this week?
Ted and I decided to go out for lunch after our Friday swim. We were planning to head to Pop Brixton for a tasty something, but he’d spotted Barbacoa on Brixton Station Road on Thursday and his head was filled with thoughts of smoked, grilled chicken.
Yep, it’s that time already – Crafty Fox came to the Dogstar in Brixton a little earlier than usual this year. I went along on Sunday – here are five designers I loved.
Back last night from Malta, which was so summery – and I’m feeling excited/delighted that autumn has arrived here in London.
(Yes, it’s a cliché, but the thing with clichés is that they’re true.)
We welcome summer with joy, our arms open, embracing the warmth (so longed for after the cold winter), the feel of grass on our feet, our faces lifted up to bask in the light, cold drinks in our hands, long evenings spent chatting outside with friends and family.
But by September, the heat has turned my limbs lethargic, the dryness has left summer’s freshness a little dusty, my wardrobe’s looking a bit wilted and my toes are dying to ditch the flipflops for Proper Shoes.
There’s something about that first crisp autumn evening, the golden light, the smell of leather handbags and the sense of Things to be Done that’s as exciting as the start of a new year – but without the pressure and diet advertisements.
And the bounteous vegetables.
Hey sisters! If you, like me, have spent most of your life searching for the feminist separatist enclave of your dreams, guess what?
I’VE FOUND IT!