Top of the hill angry skies. Not so long after i took this pretty picture, the heavens opened. I think you can tell. the sun almost looks angry, and you could smell the rain coming. The very best smell. Well apart from toast, bacon or freshly baked sponge, pie, crumble (INSERT SUITABLE BAKED GOODS)
LEMON-EY breakfasts to match lemon-ey skies. Its not hard to see why it is so much easier to eat better when the sun shines. You want to eat bright, colourful loveliness. Recently i can't get enough of lemon-ey wake ups - the perfect start to the day, whether the sun stays or not. Poppy seed bread, with melty salty butter and a generous helping of lemon curd. Mmm! Or an actual lemon curd yoghurt (GREAT FIND - WHO KNEW?!) with sliced pineapple. A breakfast worth getting up for in my house.
The meanest GREENEST broad beans there ever was. We munched them with a creamy potato and spinach gratin and vegetable and lentil kievs. Loved that they smelt green, and i loved peeling back the pretty little pods to find the beans hiding inside, safe in their soft furry pod. They are also rather nice raw in a salad too!
A really good combination. Like the first time i tried damson chutney on cheese on toast; or strawberries with torn up basil; or… avocado and egg. I digress! Warm ham and cheese quiche with ROCKET and BEETROOT. It didn't last long.
Late night, lamp light munchies. Always cereal. Mostly always Dorset Cereals HONEY and PECAN granola with extra pumpkin seeds. Perfect before bed.
The most magical day ever. I was lucky enough to go to the prettiest wedding last week, with a bit of an Indian twist. The bride in question spent most of her childhood in India and there were little references to it throughout the whole and entire day. I have never been to a more thoughtful, heartfelt and beautiful wedding. Every little detail was considerate, right from the venue (a pretty teeny tiny chapel right by a lake), through to the pretty little Tuk Tuk the bride arrived in and the sweet Indian table names and beautiful place cards. Everything was so very personal and so very them, which ever way you turned.
Later in the day we were entertained by Indian Bhangra and Hindi dancers and encouraged to join in too. It was all a bit crazy but it is a day i don't think i shall ever forget. I fell through the door just before 2am, clutching my pretty iced Indian elephant biscuit wedding favour.
This is my 'i'm not impressed its raining and have to wear something resembling a coat' face. I chose my new fringe-y printed Topshop unique poncho and a smock instead. Oh and a hat. Really growing attached to this hair saving little head coverer.