I dream of food, and I blame the Observer Food Monthly for that (this week). Yes I have a nasty cold but have by no means lost my appetite or wild imagination for concocting devilishly tasty food (my eyes are on Nigel's booze-soaked prune brownies).
As inspired by this lovely blog, I am getting into the habit of photographing breakfast and other proud culinary moments of the day. Mornings are particularly enchanting for the light pouring onto the dining table, and also for breakfast has a ritualistic presence in my life. There's nothing I like more than the first meal of the day with something inspiring to read. Often I run late for work following this.
Gift recipe ideas while I'm poor are the above: Dan Lepard's stem ginger macaroons and treacle pecan caramels. That, and oat rolls with a generous 'acompagnement' of cheese.
On the more literary and cultural side, on my wish list this winter are some more reading material by Bulgakov, preferably the Panther editions. I saw both stories recently adapted into fantastic performances. Speaking of which, I have seen some great shows this month, the last being Beasts and Beauties premiered at the Hampstead Theatre. Children's Christmas shows are of particular aesthetic glory.
I'm delighted to have caught the end of this season's run at the Museum of Everything. Always such a playful and inventive space. I just so happen to have shown up when the fabulous brass band started playing and, keeping with the collection's circus theme, two performers started hoola hoopin' like you've never seen.
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