Thursday, 30 September 2010

Cookathon part 1

It is Autumn. I adore this time of year, not least because Autumn is the season of my birth. I love the smell of the air, the heavy layers required, the blazing colours of the trees. But mostly I love the food. I have fallen back in love with our Abel and Cole box. Its been rocky; rotting veg may have been thrown in the compost bin, mid strop, with gusto,  but Abel and Cole and I are back on speaking terms. In fact I'd say we're nearing third base. And boy is my stomach pleased about it. That was a very long way of saying I have decided to dedicate a few posts to celebrating the delights of Autumnal food.


Rays wedding is just round the corner (wooooweeeee) so in an attempt to finish off all the required makings that a head bridesmaids to a crafty bride has to do, I have cleared my evenings. It feels odd, as I usually prefer to be out on at least 2 or 3 mid week evenings with friends. Its one of the (admittedly very few) reasons I like having a 9-5; after work fun. Eating Greek food in primrose hill, Gorging on fresh french bread, cheese and pickle and drinking wine at Gordons, Quaffing cocktails at the Trafalgar or gobbling up ratatouille with toasted bread at The Orchard. But I digress... With two weeks of free evenings ahead of me, and a freshly delivered box of Autumnal food on my kitchen table, I chose to start each evening this week with a home cooked warming autumnal meal, something new and perhaps a little strange but hopefully hearty and wonderful.


Each of these recipes started as they always do; with dredging the fridge and combing the cupboards and then googling recipes which match with the ingredients before me. It encourages thriftiness, avoids wasting food and forces creativity too. I don't believe in meal planning.



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On Monday I finally made the Ottolenhi stew that Ray cooked for me many moons ago. And oh. Was it worth the wait. The tamarind was sticky, fiddly and disturbingly shaped but gave a wonderful sweet and sour fruity tang to the stew. The chard was earthy and restoring and the chickpeas added a nutty, buttery base. It was ladled into a crater of white cumin-ie  rice, dolloped with natural yogurt and sprinked with fresh coriander. It was the culinary equivalent to a highly anticipated snog with a holiday fling. A little different but totally delicious. 


On Tuesday, I craved soup. Because I was cold and soup speaks warmth and comfort in Autumn's colder days. After some googling, I settled on Adass bel-hamud which is a lebanese brown lentil and Swiss Chard soup with lemon. (discovered via the brilliant Taste of Beirut) It is very easy to make, and unlike red lentils the brown lentils retain their shape and texture.(Read my ode to lentils here. Yes. An ode.)  This recipe creates a wonderful aromatic clear vegetable broth packed with brown lentils, onion,  and dark green strips of chard. The lemon juice is added at the end and makes the soup sing.  This soup is bright and warming, and my freezer is stocked full of it, lucky thing.




It has felt lovely. To cook and nest in our cosy home, while the weather rages outside. And boy am I proud that, despite past experience suggesting otherwise, I am capable of making four meals and not Jeffing any of them up. Hence the blog party. I cooked. Four times. And it worked.


Wednesdays meal was the best yet. Coming soon.


I want to stay on my roll, so to speak, so I am after your favourite recipe's... do share.


x

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Wearable

The breath taking bright blue skies, swirling eddies of leaves and chilly air signal without uncertainty, the start of Autumn. Its time for my winter coat and scarves big enough to bury my chin and cheeks in. Its time for the heating, for the comforting smell of washing drying quickly on the radiators. And its time for closed curtains, blankets and soups. Its a good time.  The changing weather has also signalled seasonal wardrobe staring sessions.  Which means during the awkward transitional phase between seasons I spend at least 10 minutes every morning just standing and starring at my wardrobe with a quizzical expression on my face. Much to my misters amusement. My birthday is looming (hello late twenties...) and my spending haitius is ending at the end of September, so all of these factors have combined to turn me in to a somewhat fickle, shopping obsessed internet shopping purv. In obsessively planning my new purchases, I have been trying to choose more more  grown up pieces that suggest effortless chic...
Picture the scene: Its a Tuesday morning. I'm late. I look at myself in the mirror and the reflection portrays someone with wet hair and no make up (I do mine on the train, like any self respecting lie-in loving woman) wearing black shoes and tights, a grey skirt a white shirt. Combined with my red duffe coat and bright yellow satchel bag. Effortlessly chic and grown up? Nope, I looked like a school girl. Positively pre pubescent. 
Darn.
In an attempt to counter the child vibes, I flung on some previously unworn beads and bundled out of the house. So that is how I came to look like a strange combination of my pre pubescent self  with my inner 50 year old English teacher. Oh dear. Bring on oct 1st.
But my new wardrobe has to include colour, in some way. You see, I cant really stand wearing only black and grey, and the days when I do are not good days. I love bright lipsticks. And I love rainbow umrella's, pink socks, multi coloured nail varnish, bright floral prints, colourful tights and brave use of yellow. So. How to look sophicticated without resorting to black and grey? Any tips GREATLY appreciated (extra points for ethical/vintage suggestions)
Some inspiration below to help my decision.... 



Sartorialist
Amazing. 70's super sexy geek chic. 



(Trendy lady. I like her troos.)

(I love the colour and shape of the skirt)



(Cant wait to rock some serious 70's shit. I have always had a soft spot for the 70's and the colour brown. My friends called my AMISH. NOW they see. Ha.)




(Dear Lord, I would never want for anything if I could have this fruit bowl pair of amazing shoes. ANYTHING. Amen. )

Love and leaves
x

Monday, 27 September 2010

London Wedding

Remember when I mentioned going to E and O's wedding back in August?


(Thats me, Em and Ray!)




See there? those are my hot friends. Their wedding was ace.  Her dress and hair? Perfect. The venue? awesome. I'm a little late with this blog post,  but better late than never right?

If you like, go see more here
and here

x

Thursday, 23 September 2010

The dude.

Last weekend my mister and I looked after my baby brother.  I felt extremely privileged to be trusted with this little dude. It was equal parts exhausting and heart warmingly lovely too.

On Friday, still a little nervous with our precious charge, we stayed local.  Other than a box of wooden blocks which my mister snaffled from an old music video job, we had no toys. But we needn't have worried, as it turns out his favourite things are 1)wooden spoons, 2)measuring jugs and 3) his plastic apron. (Lesson #1. Toys schmoys)

He promptly found our collection of vintage tins and turned them into a very convincing drum kit ( Lesson #2. Our flat could not be more baby unfriendly. Three flights of stairs. Narrow corridors. Lots of low down shelves full of  old tins, glass bottles, delicate vintage books, glass curio's and camera paraphernalia.)

We visited a coffee shop, which was lovely. Except that we only stayed for 5 minutes as we thought he had done a big poo. Turns out it was just wind (lesson #3 small babies make a big smells).


And when we were feeling slightly braver in the afternoon we took him to the swings at the local park. Where he was more interested in running up and down the small hill than playing on the equipment. (see lesson # 1)




On Saturday, we felt braver and ventured out on the East London line to Hackney city farm. He knows all about animals and was very excited to see the cows, mooing for them before we had even reached our destination. Unfortunately there were no cows, but there was a donkey which neighed very loudly making him yelp and jump out of his skin. Oops.

We visited the enormous pigs...




And he found the chickens hilarious. He toddled after them with grasping hands, with me and my mister crying 'gentle, gentle' behind him!


And we also explored the vegetable gardens, where the dude developed a love affair. He was stroking the plants and  kissing the leaves (we think- or possibly smelling them. Either way it was belly achingly adorable)



It was great. Whether you are with or without small children,  If you are London based Hackney city farm is worth a trip. There is a lovely cafe and a small plant nursery and its free too.  

On the way home there were some tantrums, namely about my refusing to sing horsey horsey to him for the twentieth time, but the paddy wasn't  as bad as I feared because I had the magic of the wooden spoon. One glance at that spoon and pure joy washes over him. Ah to see the world through the eyes of a toddler.

By Sunday night I was cemented on the sofa, refusing to move and demanding back to back  Trueblood. Chasing after a toddler for two days is exhausting. And there were two of us. Hats off (x a gazillion) to single parents who do this every day, on their own.

He experienced new places and learned to be with new people for extended periods of time. We were able to experience life with a toddler (and then give him back  afterwards!) and my dad and step mum could totally focus on what they need too focus on without worrying about him.  Share the baby love, I say! Hurrah!

x

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Mooncup

Ive written an article about the Mooncup. Its been a long time coming... It was a little scary to write, and a wee bit personal at times, but I tried to keep it measured an interesting for both men and women. It looks at the extreme reactions that the Mooncup seems to generate (Gagging. Praise. Bemusement) and lays out why the Mooncup has helped me feel better about my period.

Read it here...

Lovely illustrations as usual, this one is by Natasha Thompson who has done some stuff for my articles before. Have I mentioned how much I love working with the illustrators?! Oh I have? There are two more on the site too, both corkers.




X

Monday, 13 September 2010

Acquaintance





This is probably my most favourite sequence of photo's ever in the world.

This is the Dude aquatinting himself with my misters beard.


'What is this weird hairy ginger patchy thing?'



'Ooooooo....... I don't care....I think I like it....'



'Ohmygod. I love it.'




'NO, REALLY, MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. Nothing else could come close to the joy that is cursing through my tiny veins right now. 
 HAHAHAHA'




'Too much. I fell over. '


He was about 4 months old. We were in a coffee shop. I was slowly turning purple,  shaking with laughter, snapping away on my phone. Aaah, Good times. 

Me and my mister are looking after the dude (my half baby bro, for the uninitiated) for 2 whole full days this weekend. Thats 6 meals,  copious snacks, lots of poo and wee and puke, 2 bath time's, 2 story times and 2 bed times.  

This fills me with indescribable excitement and utter terror all in one go. 

Happy week to you!

X


P.s It was Rays hen do this weekend. It was epic. Even though I say so myself. Hopefully, between us, once we've recovered fully and assembled photo's, we'll get a semblance of a blog post up soon. 


Friday, 10 September 2010

Mister did good

My mister and his directing partner recently directed a brilliant music video for Jon Hopkins.

Its all kinds of awesome if you ask little old me.

Apparently though, its not just me who thinks its awesome. It has just been exclusively released on the Dazed and Confused digital site.

I'm pretty proud right now.

Go check it. 



(This is actually the second video they have done for sire Hopkins, see the first one here. )


X

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Dream house

One day my mister and I want to build our own house. And it will be airtight. And full of light. And super insulated. And solar powered. And self sufficient, and stuff.

And one day  my mister and I want to buy an old factory space. With wooden floors. And beams. And draughty original windows. And pieces of machinary sticking up through the floor.

These dreams are not easy bedfellows. How to combine the features of a new a eco house with the charm and character of an old higgeldy piggeldy ex industrial space?

Um, kinda like this.A whole bunch of awesome is about to throw up on my blog.

This is Geninne's new house. Built by her husband. in under 6 months. (HOW?!)

I don't think it is specifically an eco house, but I am excited that I have found a design for a new build (which therefore has the potential to be built as an eco house) that doesnt feel like a human sized  piece of tupperware.

The ceilings!


The handmade wooden kitchen!


The light and, oh- those ceilings!




The view!

The studiooooo!
(Images by permission of the lovely Gennine)



Just to re-cap on the awesome; The angles. The light. the sloping celing. THE VIEW! The beams. The unusally shaped rooms. The wooden ceilings. All of the furniture is hand made by her husband too.

Oh. my.

Bang goes my heart.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Soothing


Dear honey, lemon and ginger drink,

You are, quite frankly, the dogs bollocks. Why haven't I tasted you before now? So sweet and so soothing!

Cheers,

Hannah

Monday, 6 September 2010

Summer's lease hath all too short a date...

So long, summer.

You faded too quickly. Already the chill of Autumn hangs in the air and a layer of frost covers the cars in the morning.

I have finally learned that summer is better in her dewy youth, and shall endeavour to remember next year to celebrate her arrival early. May and June were glorious. August.... not so.

I am nearly ready to submit to crisp days and wooly scarfs, but before I do, I wanted to celebrate our waning summer. One last outdoor barbeque this weekend with friends, albeit complete with blankets. One last lunch in the park last week, feeling the suns warmth between gusts of cold wind.







And a last minute summer garland too. To bring the last of her indoors. To bid her goodbye.







I collected some late summer long grass and stitched  it onto a length of thread, and hung it in the hall way. The pictures don't quite do it justice, but it does look quite sweet hanging there in the hall. It wont be there long, soon it will be time for an Autumn garland. The weather is changing fast.

Autumn beckoned by giving me a menacing cold, which has me off work nursing a very sore head, nose and throat. I seem to be in the wars lately, and probably building up a few to many sick days at work. Not good.

Despite my sniffles, I love autumn. My birthday is in Autumn and the long count down to Christmas begins. Autumn and winter are prime nesting times in casa seeds too so i'm hoping to do some pottering and change things around a bit over the next few weeks and months.   

Happy late summer/early autumn to you, cherries.

x

P.S did you see my latest Amelia's magazine article?
P.P.S My cankle is nearly fully healed too which means soon I can start running again! Hurray!




Potato...

Its been a while... but i've finally uploaded another article for Amelia's magazine

Its a craft column about potato stamping.

I would be most grateful if you would hop on over and check it out!

Thanks lovelies, as always.








Hannah x

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Baby passport photo's...

During one of my many facebook procrastinating sessions recently, I noticed that my friend, a brand new dad (wow!)  had uploaded his babies first passport photo. Within a day, he had uploaded another version of her passport photo with a little.... embellishment. I checked back a few days later and Mr Dad and his creative friends had uploaded a whole series of  hilarious 'embellished' baby passport photos....


Introducing baby...

Gorgeous, isnt she?

Scooby dooby baby


Teenage mutant ninja baby (my mister did this one!)...



Don't mess with me baby....



B-Abba...




Baby beefeater...


Sergeant Pepper's lonely Hearts Club baby



The Babe Team...




Kiss, the baby...





And finally, Out of This World Baby!...




Are these not the coolest baby photo's ever?

If that didn't cheer up your Thursday evening i'm not sure what will. 

Happy day to you!

Hannah x