Having secured myself a new job on the Hants/Surrey border, a few weeks ago H and I moved down in a car crammed with crap. We were lovingly reunited with our stored possessions as we moved into our rented flat, and ever since I’ve been tentatively contacting people I used to know round here to rekindle some neglected friendships.
One pair of friends with whom we were still in regular contact suggested a restaurant trip to a newish Argentinian steak place in Guildford called Cau. I perused the menu one lunchtime at work, and sold on the idea of churros with chocolate sauce, if not so much so on the steak, we opted for a midweek evening meal and rolled up on a Tuesday.
Over the last few weeks we have been coming up with more and more elaborate ways to create delicious dishes from two gooseberry bushes that reside in the garden.
I’m always slightly baffled by gooseberries. For some reason they ended up in a “can be eaten straight off the plant” slot in my brain, alongside raspberries, strawberries and the like.
Over 5 years ago I used to work in London, and would very occasionally walk down to the Golden Gate Cake Shop in Macclesfield Street to purchase a sweet Chinese bun. From all the varieties available, my preference was for one filled with thick, slightly grainy, butter-yellow custard.
Hong Kong is home to a plethora of similar bakery shops, and they are the ideal place to pick up a snack or light breakfast.
There is quite a range of possibilities when it comes to lunch in Oxford. At first glance, your eye may be assaulted with the usual fast food places, chain restaurants and baguette/panini suppliers, but there are many other options if you fancy something new. Continue reading Oxford Lunches→
Towards the end of 2010, I temporarily moved to the Jericho area of Oxford. Migrating from a 3-bedroom house in a village to a no-bedroom studio flat in the city meant my boyfriend and I now lived in close proximity to many eateries, as well as to each other.
To stave off cabin fever we took to venturing out more for meals. Sunday lunch started to become a regular fixture, as did Saturday breakfasts or brunches. Lying in bed, we would weigh up laziness versus hunger, until hunger inevitably won. Sometimes this would mean a brief trot for one martyr down the road to Gluttons deli to snag a Chelsea bun, but occasionally we would rise from underneath the duvet and head out for food. Continue reading Oxford Breakfasts→
