Month: December 2016

December 21

In the days since we last spoke I’ve taken my last trip to London for the year. I’ve also eaten all the mince pies and decided that in the New Year I will be a svelte fitness queen. I’ve written my Christmas cards while listening to carols from King’s. I’ve come down with a wretched cold. I haven’t done my tax return yet. I’ve driven – or rather Dom’s driven – to Cheshire, and we’ve wandered through the dark cloisters of Chester cathedral. I’ve explored the city walls, heavy with fog, silent except for the rush of the weir. I’ve waited, with family, for a 9pm table reservation at the Chef’s Table. A tiny restaurant, tucked away in the old alleys of Chester – enough room for 24. The food unbelievably good. Marinated quail, served with clementine, chicory and spiced nuts. Then a Christmas dinner of duck – duck breast, duck stuffing, duck sausages. And yes, I’ve put down my knife and fork every so often and sighed. And all that, (minus the tax return, and the cold), is Read More

December 13

We live in a three-bedroom house, Dom and I. But honestly, two people have no need for that many rooms. It’s a perk, having an ironing room and a big study, but it’s not essential. Especially not when you’re living in rural Northamptonshire, with far fewer risks of house parties and zero chance of friends popping round for a cuppa. But still, we have a three bedroomed house with its own downstairs loo. We’ve filled our home with mismatching furniture, cushions and fairy lights and it is, to all intents and purposes, as cosy as could be. But there is one thing missing – I’ve only realised it now – and that thing is people. On Friday we welcomed eight friends through our door. They came bearing gifts of wine, sticky toffee pudding and mountains of bedding. We stayed up until the wee hours, eating cheese and drinking champagne. Then when it was finally time to go to bed, two couples slept in the living room beside the twinkling Christmas tree. Our house wasn’t so Read More

December 7

Oh dear, it’s been a week since I last checked in. I really have been so incredibly busy with Christmas pudding making, tree decorating, and work. Mostly work. But enough with the excuses! Here’s what I’ve been up to this week (in bullet point form because I have to rush off to Aldi in 10 minutes to buy ALL the festive party food). Christmas Puddings On Saturday I ventured off to Clapham, cheap bottle of Chianti in hand, to partake in some Christmas pudding making and mulled wine drinking fun. Gavin, our lovely host, is a fellow student on the Anthropology of Food course and an ex-Fat Duck sous chef. He’d already been busy dousing a crateful of fruit in very expensive booze so all we had to do was roll up our sleeves and mix everything together. I’m not going to lie, plied with alcohol and braised pork belly, it was not a difficult job. Surprise Dinosaur Parties  A few hours later and I was battling my way through Oxford Street to get to my best friend’s surprise Read More