Heather had the gang over for a roast. She's good like that. I had planned to go blackberry-picking in the morning and make crumble but the weather was miserable so I made an apple cake instead. This recipe for Swedish Apple Cake, billed as foolproof and fabulous, lived up to its promising description. It was super-tasty and there was enough for all 12 of us.
Monday, 27 September 2010
Sunday, 19 September 2010
I went to Sevilla on a little adventure . I stayed in this hostel full of panic-stricken Erasmus students having difficulties finding accommodation and a hilarious Yorkshire-man with sunburn caught on a win-deh beach who managed to convince me that Machieavelli was a pragmatist.
Arches upon arches at the Alcazar palace
A peacock unsure of himself crossing the road at the Alcazar gardens.
Such a lot of
A game-bird tall at Mercado de Triana
This made me want to learn how to pluck and prepare a bird / skin a rabbit. I was filled with fake nostalgia to thinking of skills lost in our sanitised supermarket-society.
Churches with congregations! Wah? Plaza de San Lorenzo
This seemed like a novelty to me. The other week an American couple asked me if they would have to queue for evensong at the Cathedral and I struggled not to guffaw. It appears there is little else to do at 7 o'clock other than go to mass.
This vicar will look after your scooter while you pray
My view as I sat eating espinicas con garbanzos (garlicky spinach and chickpeas) and sipping beer at a little tapas bar. This is how I would woo someone. I felt wooed.
Nuns sells cakes through this hole in the wall at the Convento de Santa Ines. No word of a lie.
When my eyes were open, this was my view from my chosen bench in the Parque Maria Luisa. The sun shone and my worries burned away. I like siesta time, culturally legitimized napping, dozing on park benches without feeling like a tramp.
There was a free projection of Carmen on the patio of the city council building just minutes away from my hostel. Check out this clip of Antonio Gades' flamenco to set your heart a-fluttering. Look at him go! Flamenco, tap dancing with knobs on.
Sunday, 5 September 2010
It sounds like the title to children's story doesn't it? Well, us almost-grown-ups are entitled to some wonderment also. Rosie and I set to work mixing up some olive and feta bread and then sneaked of for a frolic, complete with tea and cake, in a secret garden. Part of me wants this secret garden to remain just that but everybody knows sharing is good so pay the Plantation Garden a visit soon. Despite its 'secret' status it is actually highly accessible, close to the city centre just a little way along Earlham road. Go seek it out!
Rosie's (unorthodox) kneading technique
Tea and cake for £2.00!