My, what big berries you have!

Brekky at work, with Filofax, laptop, and Momiji doll. Blueberries AND pomegranate on the old Dorset spelt mix. Some days it's easy to make me feel renewed.

Borough Market, below zero

L-R, back row:
Organic chamomile tea bought at Konditor & Cook (Stoney St);
Lemon olive oil from Apulia;
Pomegranate and orange blossom vinegar from Arabica Food & Spice Company;
Parsely and li'l potatoes;
Oatcakes.

L-R, front row:
Dr Karg spelt muesli crispbread;
Jerusalem artichokes;
Cherry toms;
Pate Moi field mushroom pate;
Morroccan olives;
A Frenchy salad mix;
M&S coffee & walnut cake.
All veg from various Borough stalls.

I knew it was cold yesterday. My toes went numb the minute we opened the door. But had I known it was 2 degrees below zero, I might not have insisted we trek to Borough Market, which I had a sudden yen to do after catching up with last year's Food issue of the New Yorker. (That's November 24. I'm a little behind. In fact, I have issues from Nov. 2007 I haven't tackled yet, but I've read ones in between.)

The word 'intrepid' came to mind as Dan and I shivered toward the train station, and we kept repeating it to each other all day. It really kept us going. Like, noooo, we don't bundle up and stay on the sofa on days like this. We're intrepid! We go to market! And, um, desperately search out hot drinks. All day.

I couldn't make myself take my gloves off to handle a cameraphone properly, so only the spoils of the day are featured above. I'm not sure which is the bigger coup: finding the pomegranate & orange blossom vinegar (dark, tart intensity + mid-tongue tease of floral citrus), or scoring an M&S walnut & coffee cake for just £2.09. I don't know where we're using the lemon oil but it was just so outtasite in the crouton dip taste test, and I was feeling spendy.

Roast potatoes and Jerusalem artichokes with lemon and sage...

Of course, some of our shoppin' came from more prosaic sources, but the spelt muesli crackers are hard to find outside health-food stores. (Actually we had a nice chat with a lady minding the Sharpham Park spelt stall...they get such minor distribution, and it's bizarre, b/c their product is locally, organically grown but on a commercial scale, and spelt is a rising star of a grain...but it is a bit pricey.)

Result, above: the fragrant potato and Jerusalem artichoke bake from the Ottolenghi cookbook. OMG. Note to self: kalamata olives are better in this dish. The salad leaves included the spiciest rocket yet. Dressed with a spinkle of the new vinegar, they were even quite delectable.

...with egg on top! Everything is better with egg on top. Except dessert.

PS: I found a pdf'd recipe of this gorgeous bake online, but no linky, so here is the cut-n-paste of it. It's vegan an' all (til you put an egg on top).

Roast potatoes and Jerusalem artichokes with lemon and sage

Serves 4 – 6
500g Jersey Royals or other small potatoes
500g Jerusalem artichokes
4 garlic cloves, crushed
50ml olive oil
2 tbsp roughly chopped sage
1 tsp salt
½ tsp black pepper
1 lemon
250g cherry tomatoes
170g Kalamata olives, pitted
2 tbsp roughly chopped flat-leaf parsley

Preheat the oven to 200ºC/Gas 6. Wash the potatoes well; put them in a large saucepan and cover with plenty of salted water. Bring to the boil and simmer for 20 minutes, until semi-cooked. Drain, cool slightly and then cut each potato in half lengthways. Put them in a large roasting tray.

Wash the Jerusalem artichokes, cut them into slices 5mm thick and add to the potatoes. Add the garlic, olive oil, sage, salt and pepper. Mix everything well with your hands and put into the oven.

Meanwhile, thinly slice the lemon and remove the pips. After the vegetables have been roasting for about 30 minutes, add the sliced lemon, stir with a wooden spoon and return to the oven for 20 minutes. Now add the cherry tomatoes and olives, stir well again and cook for a further 15 minutes.

Remove from the oven and stir in some of the chopped parsley. Transfer to a serving dish and garnish with the remaining parsley.

Love-a-ducky

I was ridiculously pleased to come across these kiddie treats at M&S on Friday, with their somewhat enviro-friendly felt playthings attached. I bought similar theme chocs around Hallowe'en, but they included decidedly un-viromental glow-in-the-dark plastic toys (tho' it must be admitted they delighted me no less).

These are destined for two little gals in Cincinnati, as were the others. Back in Sept. when I first spotted the Hallowe'en treats I didn't buy them right away, and they were sold out for the next two weeks. Lesson learned...

Small Stylings

I'm liking my stripey socks, grey tights, and big black boots combination, born of necessity these freezing mornings...

...especially with the further combination of my layered multi-plaid skirt.

This is the end-of-day variation.

And let's all admire the swell Puff Daddy scarflet my good pal Cara made for my b-day!

Not only is it the height of crafty chic, it keeps my topmost pulse point amazingly toasty.

Wintry

New year's eve run

A dusky run that revealed a tree limb masquerading as some sort of many-horned animal dipping down to drink

Boxing Day walk, with a stop for tea by the playground and a grey-filtered view on our way back to the river

New year's day, bathroom ledge (I'm a little hungover)

Typical twilit view from the bedroom, with mysterious purplish office building peeking through

Cake!

Here it is: the macadamia-toffee-vanilla cheesecake my man Dan promised and prepared – in three stages, no less – for my b-day. Every part of this massive confection is a treat in itself: the firm but creamy real-vanilla-bean base; the roasty macadamia nut-brittle; the exquisitely fudgy caramel spilling over the sides. Sure, you can have the recipe.

And the presentation on Christmas nite wasn't bad, either. Dan's mum had also made a pavlova (right) in belated celebration of Dan's brother's b-day. After spooning up the two puddings and draining several cups of tea, we were all a bit twitchy.

Your video xmas pressie

Quite simply the best Christmas carol ever. My Brit pals will be sick to the teeth of it by now, but many of my US of A compadres may only have a passing acquaintance with it. You can watch the high quality version if you like, too – just be sure to click that option once you get to YouPube.

Not that I'm so cynical about the holidays. It's my birthday tomorrow - 37, nosy rosies - and I'm quite looking forward to it, as Dan is even now putting the finishing touches on my (deep breath) toffee-macadamia-nut-vanilla cheesecake he baked all by hisself. No lie. Pics tomorrow or thereabouts.

Joyeux Noël, dollinks!