I wasn’t sure whether to call these muffins or cupcakes; I’m never certain about these things.
I figured I’d go with muffins since they have no frosting or icing on them.
I’m having a little sweet affair with matcha at the moment, and it seems I’m not the only one.
I’ve been experimenting with matcha for a while now; I love its delicate sweetness, the pleasant bitter taste and rounded earthy flavour. Plus it’s full of antioxidants and good for you!
Lately I’ve replaced my morning coffee with matcha whisked with lightly sweetened and frothed almond milk to make a smooth tasty latte. It’s great, and I get a nice boost of energy.
Did I ever tell you about the first time I had lunch at Ottolenghi in Notting Hill?
Probably not, it’s one of those “I’ve been meaning to blog about…” moments I never seem to get around to, but with these too-tempting-not-to-share photos, I guess it’s better late than never.
It does feel like a lifetime ago, but it’s a good memory to have – it’s the kind you think back on fondly when you’re stuck eating a boring lunch at your desk.
While in Paris on vacation, we caught the first train into London and spent a day traipsing London; we went from exploring Bankside to joining little friends for playtime at Regent’s Park.
We wound up in Notting Hill later on and it just felt like kismet that we’d have a late lunch at Ottolenghi.
This week, while our friends in the northeast were battening down hatches and contending with a ‘historic snowstorm,’ spring came to us here in the northwest.
This isn’t to rub it in; we’re not revelling in these spring-like temperatures yet. It’s nice, but it feels a little off – the mountains are missing ‘snow-caps’ and the magnolia tree across the street has started flowering; would it bloom again when spring comes?
Yesterday I peeled off my jacket halfway on my way to work, and I’ve been sleeping with the windows cracked open, my skin doesn’t remember what winter feels like anymore.
I’m grateful for Sunday mornings.
I want to collect as many memorable Sunday mornings as possible, I love them for damp foggy morning walks, quiet meditations, getting lost in good book and catching up with old friends far, far away.
These are times of rejuvenation; moments that make Mondays bearable, it sets the tone for a good week ahead.
I love Sunday mornings for unhurried meals, from creamy nutritious porridges to fluffy crisp waffles.
I also love breakfasts made up mostly of things we’ve easily put together, like simple plain cereals, I call them ‘lazy breakfasts’.
Lately, I’ve been listening to episodes of Radio Cherry Bombe on my daily commute to and from work; this is where I landed after Serial ended – I dived into this inspiring podcast featuring interviews with women in the world of food, it’s from the folks behind the new and exciting Cherry Bombe Magazine.
On a recent episode, Ina Garten discusses Paris, dinner parties, entrepreneurship and her love of simple home-cooked meals; she’s witty, personable and informative.
On the subject of mentors, she said this about one of the people who inspire her;
He takes really good ingredients and cook them just enough to make them taste better.
That quote stuck with me, because ultimately this is the kind of cook I want to become.