Okay, okay, okay Not done this for a while I might be rusty Daddy Ah feck it, I mean Daddy's - your friendly neighbourhood food snug. Serving up good coffee, boujee pantry fillers and turning childhood favourites such as Egg Salad butties into a 'slap-my-thigh' highlight moment of your week with quality, local produce and … Continue reading Daddy’s Cafe
give me all your oven’, all your bread and butter too
“Have you decided what you’d like to order?” “Oh! Just another couple of minutes please, in fact - if you were entrusted with changing my life and I asked you to pick between the sage and butter gnocchi or the sausage rigatoni, which would you tell me I should go for?” Just one of the … Continue reading give me all your oven’, all your bread and butter too
Slow Cooked Lamb
**Disclaimer: hyper aware that the featured image is indeed of a croissant and not of slow-cooked lamb, but I haven't had lamb at all since lockdown hit as I don't have charcoal pit and that's only one of two ways I'll consume lamb (second is if it's cooked by Masterchef Jan...third is in a Bhuna, … Continue reading Slow Cooked Lamb
Another weekend in
Crikey friend, it's been a wee while since I last checked in. So what's new? Oh, another lockdown huh? Same man - and I'm with you, it really whomps. You know what I'd kill for? Well yes, for this whole nightmare to be over and for everyone to be safe - in close second place … Continue reading Another weekend in
Sunday, hold the roast
**written prior to moving to Dublin / Manchester going back into lockdown - sorry about that. “Please don’t cry in Chapati Cafe.” I said. “What do you mean?! I’m fine.” “Not you, I was trying to catch myself before I sobbed into my paneer.” This, my friends is just one of several occurrences where … Continue reading Sunday, hold the roast
mcr – dub
I should be packing right now. More specifically, I should be sucking the air our of the vacuum sealed pack of clothes I just compiled - only sans 1 item despite my attempts to Marie Kondo the shit out of my possessions and “declutter my life”. A near-impossible exercise when you find joy in literally … Continue reading mcr – dub
Cakes and Pains: a second helping
Captains log, day 54 in lockdown; calling it a “lock-in” in an attempt to make it sound more jovial and willing holds no more amusement. My quiz strike lasted a mere six days. Did you know an alternate name for a “burpee” is in fact a “squat thrust” and not “the devil’s foreplay” like I … Continue reading Cakes and Pains: a second helping
Finding Your Sauce
The title might have you thinking that this post is all about finding “inner-peace”, “self-acceptance” or “confidence without three gins”. If this is the case, I regret to inform that I have misled you. Your sauce can’t be taught, it is not a treasure waiting to be found; ’tis simply an elixir you need to … Continue reading Finding Your Sauce
Notes on a (Cordon) Sanitaire
Last weekend, I read a gorgeous collection of diary entries a director had written whilst filming one of my favourite films, (not Jurassic Park - but sidenote; what I wouldn’t give to get my paws on Stephen Spielberg’s most intimate thoughts of Sam Neil…not in a sexual way you understand; I would just quite like … Continue reading Notes on a (Cordon) Sanitaire
20 Underrated and Unexpected Joys
Life is full of delicious moments, many of which go unnoticed because…well, ultimately life is a clusterfuck of inconveniences which steal our attention. But as we find ourselves at the horns of muddled moments*, I wanted to dish up a friendly reminder that it’s worth stopping and smelling the freshly baked bread once in a while … Continue reading 20 Underrated and Unexpected Joys
Tagliatelle in bed is the new black
It isn't great is it? All this? Some days are okay; you wake up, you smash a 5K - who meditates? YOU meditate; you reward your body with the goodness it craves; protein, vitamins, hydration. You read, you stretch; you maintain your role in the WhatsApp groups - the funny one, the positive one. We're SO … Continue reading Tagliatelle in bed is the new black
Finding your happy plaice (a working title)
I’m writing this from a cafe-come-brunchery (new word)-come-bar in the evenings-come-hub for ladies of leisure who cannot reverse their husbands' Range Rover for shit, in Didsbury. I arrived home last night after being away at a yoga retreat where my biggest worry all weekend was finding my “center”. I’m wearing Lulu Lemon leggings and supping … Continue reading Finding your happy plaice (a working title)
