Clissold Park, Hackney.
May 23, 2016
May 22, 2016
Asparagus & Celery Leaf Soup | Celia's Saucer
A fresh and peppery spring soup, I came up with this recipe one day working in a farm cafe kitchen and found demand grew so much that ...
May 20, 2016
Coffee, Cardamom and Pistachio Cake | Celia's Saucer
There are lots of things that coffee commonly pairs superbly well with, and many others that you might not have considered. For instance,...
May 19, 2016
Love is not a feeling | #CapturedInWords
If feelings are, by their very nature, fleeting, i sn't it wildly irrational that we chase feelings like love and of happiness in the p...
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016
Brown Butter Shortbread with Honey Roast Cashews & Black Pepper | Celia's Saucer
"I'm making you your birthday present again this year, so, what's your favourite nut?" "Hmm, I think it has ...
May 15, 2016
LYRA Magazine | Why Every Perspective Matters
You might recall that time when I proposed to curate a magazine we'd all been dying to read: 'The Vag Box'. It was to be a digi...
May 15, 2016
Untitled #1 | #CapturedInWords
The train sings as it pulls from the station, wreathed in mist and shuddering gently in the cold. Black crows are shot into what I can see ...
May 10, 2016
The Season's Edge | #CapturedInWords
I breathe urban petrichor and honeysuckle heaviness, Look to a sky drawing its heels across cement grey Where gold burning rings ...
May 09, 2016
Spring Asparagus Recipes | Celia's Saucer
One of my favourite memories from living in Kent is when I worked in a local farm kitchen, in the middle of the countryside. It was my job ...
March 07, 2016
Blood Orange Almond Polenta Cake | Celia's Saucer
From the wonderful Sophie at The Cake Hunter Blood Orange & Almond Polenta Cake (adapted from Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi ...
February 25, 2016
A Blackbird | #CapturedInWords
Past the garden gate The jagged silhouette of a pipe Puffs soft chugs of steam That curl like the smoke From a trembling cigar...
February 15, 2016
An Afternoon in East London #1
(Broadway Market) There's something about weekday London. It's quiet. And there's always a seat in the cafes. Not ...
February 13, 2016
The Ink Tide | #CapturedInWords
Last night I dreamt that you and I were swept away on a silent, deaf tide. You, stricken, lit by the moon. I, in darkness, unheard...
February 13, 2016
Tea Haiku | #CapturedInWords
Your morning memory blooms in a huff of tea-steam; soft, distorted and, rising, gone. The touch of sun...
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