so, ok, don’t actually take that literally. I don’t need you to moon for cake – though it’s certainly as good a threat as any.
the random number generators for the giveaway have turned up 4 and 2, which means elean and jon are getting one each!
I hope you guys have a great day – the actual mid-autumn festival is on september the eighth, which means the mooncakes might actually reach you on time (phew).
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it’s nearly the weekend! and because I’m so excited for mine (and also because I am such a nice, gracious, amazing person), I would like to make yours pretty awesome too!
so… two giveaways! follow the flowchart up there, and let me know which prize you’d like.
but there ain’t no free lunch. I need to know your deepest, darkest secret before I’ll part with either prize. if you can’t do that, well, too bad then tell me about a vegetable dish you’d most like to snuggle up to.
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no restrictions, you guys. just a note that mooncakes are pretty sweet and definitely not vegetarian, and contains nuts and eggs – so please make sure you aren’t allergic to all that (I might get you to sign an indemnity form, hmm). I’ll ship anywhere!
as for the festival, I have a pair of tickets to be given away for sunday, 28th sept 2014. get more detalis here – and go have a look if you’re in town! it sounds pretty awesome, food and drinks and cookery classes and shopping – if I were back in london, these tickets wouldn’t be coming to you!
could-be-fantastic but falls-short-of-the-mark british cooking at this small restaurant in the club street stretch of eateries. I know there are people scoffing at the whole “british cooking” idea, but I think that’s a rather antiquated idea – it is possibly beyond doubt that it used to mean rather plain boiled meat alongside overboiled greens, but these days I would more readily associate it with a polished-up version of rustic comfort food.
which – I suspect – is where this place was heading for, but I’m not sure it succeeded.
I shared an avocado loaf recipe with you yesterday – and today I bring you a pair of tickets to london’s greatest veggie food show! I miss living in london, and sometimes I miss it even more – and this is one of those times. 160 food stores, cooking lessons, comedians and loads of people talking about and eating food – this just sounds like an incredible amount of fun.
and we all know that food festivals mean free food – and what’s better than that?
so since I can’t go (did you think I’d share otherwise?) – I have a pair of tickets to give away for each day of the festival!
just a couple of snapshots from the world-famous portobello market at notting hill. it was a rainy day, but the streets were bright with crockery and knick-knacks out laid out in proud recognition of british style and history.
incidentally I bought a sort of stylized russian hat there that day, which will serve as yet another indelible memory of good times in london.
the last photo here are of wooden rackets, and remind me of my first tennis lesson five years ago, when I brought along my father’s aged – and well-preserved – wooden racket. my coach was stunned into sputtering incoherence – I doubt he had seen one over the last decade, and not anyone who brought it in earnest to truly use (in my defence, I didn’t know better).
good memories, these. if you’re ever in the area, by the by, dri dri gelato serves a mean cup of italian ice.
decent frenchish at london heathrow’s terminal four. gone are the days when I expect airport food to be mediocre – there are multiple decent chains in the london airport, and even singapore’s changi airport is turning itself out to be more like a mall that so happens to have some runways by the side. this was our last meal in london before we flew back to singapore, and thank goodness it was pretty good as we were in the middle of a great british airways fiasco.
we had got on our original late-night flight from heathrow, woke up after 10 hours of travel time for the customary before-touchdown breakfast, only to be told by the captain that we were on the way back to london due to engine failure – and that we had been on the return route for 6 hours by then. we had to queue up for more than 3 hours to try and get a return ticket home (24 hours after our first one) and by then we were famished, and not very happy people.
I’m feeling quite terribly homesick for london right now, so I thought I ought to dash this one right off into the blogosphere. there is something about london in winter, and I wish I were back there – even with the blighting cold that seems to have hit earlier this year.
you’ll see now that my photos mark the date at which I was in london – it was barely midway through autumn where pumpkins abounded with mushrooms and other seasonal goodies, and mulled wine was starting to make its presence felt in the market through long queues at stores and the smell of alcohol and spices wafting through the air.
the medley of mushrooms in the second photograph are especially beautiful in light of the fact that you can barely get such a variety in singapore – and if they are available here, the prices are far too ridiculous. I had also never seen mushrooms as blue as the ones I saw at the market that day, and I think they would be amazing wilted down in a knob of butter and grated garlic.
there is much to enjoy in singapore food-wise, but especially on days like this one, looking at photos of my adventures in london take me back to a wonderfully unforgettable – and dearly-missed – period of my life.
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