Google just reminded me that I was at this coffee shop nine months ago, and Pearlsa claims to have had one of the best flat whites here. I say it’s time to tell you about this awesome little café that had us drooling over espresso drinks and toasted banana bread slathered in coffee infused butter.
Neighbours is a sister café to the delightful Honor Café. While part of Honor’s allure is its unique outdoor location, great coffee, bright cozy interiors and excellent lunch/brunch options make Neighbours just as appealing.
I love pairing strawberry with rhubarb. It creates a wonderfully delicious harmony of sweet and tanginess, and this strawberry rhubarb pie with pistachio oat crisp is a testament to that.
Rhubarb season started several weeks ago in our little corner of the world. This is always exciting because with that, begins the arrival of local farm-fresh fruits and vegetables.
At the farm market I go to, rhubarb is usually the first produce they harvest, and we’ve been buying them up like it’s going out of season – because it is!
I haven’t really been cooking (or keeping up with the blog) the way I want to, and this is partly because spring hasn’t been kind to me. I’ve been dealing with bouts of seasonal allergies all season long, actually. I started having breathing issues back in April and developed allergy induced asthma (my doctor tells me this is a real thing) which thankfully lasted for just a few days, but then I spent the month of May trying not to scratch my eyes out. So yeah, I haven’t made anything special in a while.
Luckily we almost always have a jar of hummus tucked away somewhere in the fridge begging to be used up, and I appreciate that so much during these stretches when I’m not cooking.
Hummus is versatile and we’ve tried it in a lot of things, but this rice, hummus, peas and lettuce combo has become an easy favourite.
In what feels like a lifetime ago – some two decades past – I grudgingly found myself in Copenhagen. This was my first time in the city and I was mostly holed up at the basement apartment below the Ghana Embassy in Hellerup, a nearby suburb. I spent all my time listening to a mixed tape of ‘90s R&B songs a boy had made me and reading depressing poems from a tattered copy of Love Is a Dog from Hell I’d gotten at a car boot sale for 50p.
It wasn’t that I hated Copenhagen, I’d barely taken the time to discover the city, but being full of angst at that time, I was determined not to like it there; I loved reveling in misery back then.
I remember going for a walk one time and feeling a little lighter, and imagining what it’ll feel like to come back in a calm, much happier time. I have this thing about recreating better memories of places where I was once unhappy, and Copenhagen had been on the list for a while now.
The making of this matcha swirl loaf is definitely a project for a Sunday afternoon, preferably a gloomy drizzly one like the one we had last weekend, which proved perfect for staying in and making bread.
For years, I’ve been fixated with this desire to make my own bread at the start of each week, I think it’s a throwback from my childhood when we’d get a loaf or two on the weekend and have it throughout the week for breakfast. When we lived in Freetown, we used to go to this small bakery miles away from us, ran by a Ghanaian woman – I was obsessed with that bread, it was squishy, pillowy soft and chewy and so, so good slathered with salted butter. We still talk about that bread with reverence to this day.