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A day at the races

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010

As an American living in London, every once in a while I feel a need to embrace the best of British culture. Recently I decided to head off to Ascot and place my bets.

After rounding up the troops in southwest London, a group of us headed off to Clapham Junction to catch the train to Ascot. Although I was expecting an enjoyable journey, it seemed more of a necessary evil. The inevitable scrum for seats and standing room offered a marked contrast to the Royal Enclosure.

With high expectations of the sport of kings passed down from generation to generation as a trade and also a passion, I wasn’t at all let down. The thrilling atmosphere, fascinating headpieces and glamorous men and women definitely weren’t hard to come by.

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After betting on the first race I realised it’s just as much about the wild emotions connected to every race as it is about winning and the entire crowd at Royal Ascot Festival celebrated the sport in that spirit exactly.

After losing the first couple of races, I realised I’m far from a betting expert but I wouldn’t say no to drinking champagne all afternoon and embracing the British racing culture. I liked it so much in fact, you can almost ‘bet’ I’ll be back next year!

Charmaine

DIG FOR VICTORY

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

The Ministry of Food, an exhibition currently running at the Imperial War Museum, is a fascinating insight into the way the British dealt with food shortages during World War Two.

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Reducing food wastage, growing your own, keeping an allotment, eating seasonal produce, reducing imports and eating healthily could easily be focal points of an exhibition about food trends in 2010 but during the 1940s it was the War that necessitated a complete change in attitude, behaviour and eating habits. And so The Ministry of Food was formed.

This exhibition shows how the nation was advised to be frugal and inventive ‘on the Kitchen Front’, and covers everything from land girls and allotments to rationing and the WI – plus a great deal more besides. One radio recording features a Government Minister of the time in suitably clipped Home Counties English: “Aim a velly beesy men maysailf but even aye faind tame for some diggeeng” (or words to that effect).

Vogue gives advice on saving fuel in the kitchen, which seems to centre around not washing up too often (I must remember that) and there are endless persuasive posters with emotive slogans like ‘Get fit not fat’, ‘Turn over a new leaf’, ‘Go easy with bread – eat potatoes instead’, ‘Dig for victory’ and ‘Our waste is Hitler’s weapon’.

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The most recent issue of Spectator Scoff includes a piece about Abundance, set up in 2007 by Stephen Watts and formed of a group of volunteers who pick neglected fruit from the hedgerows, make jam and chutney together and then redistribute it to deserving communities. But the good old WI got there first: this exhibition describes the Women’s Institute’s 5,800 Preservation Centres, which were established in the 1940s as part of a Government-sponsored initiative where volunteers made jam from excess produce, which was then sent to depots to be added to the rations. Jam and Jerusalem indeed.

And of course, there was Marguerite Patten, who was the Home Economist for the Ministry of Food, ran the Food Advice Bureau at Harrods and suggested nourishing and inventive recipes using the rationed food that was available via the BBC radio programme The Kitchen Front. She’s still going strong, aged 94.

Forget Delia’s Frugal Food – this exhibition highlights the fact that what the people who lived through the war couldn’t tell you about getting on with life, making the best of things and making everything go just that little bit further simply wouldn’t be worth knowing.

The Ministry of Food at the Imperial War Museum runs until 3 January 2011.

Celia

Eye for a Bargain

Monday, March 8th, 2010

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After hearing several rave reviews on The Woman in Black, I thought it was about time I went along to the Fortune Theatre to see what it was all about. Is it really as ‘spine-tingling’ as the critics make out? I found a brilliant online deal for top price seats at just £20 a ticket, (a third of the face value); so there were no excuses not to go.

First, we needed to eat. I’ve always loved Covent Garden and venturing into the Piazza, we found a lovely little wine bar and restaurant called The Crusting Pipe. Hiding away in the depths of the courtyard, this little bistro has a pre-theatre menu to shout about. For the peckish consumer there is the choice of 2 courses for £10 and for the real foodies out there 3 courses for £12. A bargain hard to resist!

With low ceilings, intimate alcoves and a candlelit ambiance, the interior oozed romance. Sitting next to the window, my boyfriend and I were privy to the regular opera shows the courtyard plays host to. With the offer of external seating, The Crusting Pipe, lines itself up as a perfect venue to catch street performances in the summer months - perfect for after work drinks.

Service was swift, we were seen to almost immediately and the staff remained attentive throughout the evening, and with an extensive wine list, choosing was difficult. The house wine was light, fruity and refreshing. With a price tag to rival the meal deal, it was a wise choice! We ate tricolore salad, soup of the day, king prawns with sun dried tomato couscous and chicken and mushroom pie. All went down extremely well; not exactly Michelin star but delicious none the less! Dessert hit the spot perfectly, almost as well as the bill did – £30 for the two of us including wine and service, bargain! The Woman in Black wasn’t too bad either…

Lucy

Cornish Wedding

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

I am one of four sisters. September 2009 marked the biggest occasion in our sisterly lives, the first to get married. The wedding took place in Cornwall, where the groom’s family resides and where our family has spent many memorable holidays since we were toddlers. My sister was very keen to use local suppliers wherever she could to support the economy. She used a Cornish catering company for the evening meal and barbecue the next day. She also used a local printing service for; menus, the order of service and escort cards.

The stars of the show, food wise, definitely had to be the wedding cake and the barbecue food the next day after the wedding. Both were sourced from Cornish suppliers and boy were they good!

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The reception was held at the stunning St Mawes Castle. The cake was castle themed with delicious turrets of white chocolate encasing the chocolate sponge. The sweet vanilla cream icing and white chocolate ‘castle walls’ complemented the deviliciously rich, moist chocolate cake perfectly. The cake was also decorated with edible shells, which added to the sea-side themed wedding. The cake was designed and made by Nicky Grant, who’s cakes and chocolates are to die for. We first spotted her at The Designer Wedding Show. I would highly recommend using this company as the cake was not only visually impressive, the quality of the ingredients were superb, creating a cake unlike any I have ever had in my life.

The Sunday Barbecue
I never thought I would rave about barbecue food. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good bbq but for me it has never been a show stopping experience. Until now.

The food, laid out in the hot Indian summer we often experience in September, looked like the perfect antidote to a slightly heavy night. The menu consisted of; Mediterranean couscous salad, two types of homemade sausages (whole grain mustard and paprika flavoured), beef burgers, chicken skewers, potato salad amongst other tasty hot/cold delights. The sausages were a firm favourite among the crowd. Speaking to the caterers, I learnt that they give their own sausage recipes to their local butcher, resulting in one of my top rated sausages ever. The company again is based in Cornwall.

Well done Sis for seeking out some top quality caterers and food specialists in Cornwall. As Kate pointed out in a recent post, the services and food companies like the above can only build Cornwall’s profile as the UK’s number one food destination outside London.

Life Style Editor at Brides, Polly Atkinson, had this to say about the Cornish Wedding.

Eddie

Art Attack

Friday, November 13th, 2009

My family and close circle of friends will know that my favourite pastimes are (in no particular order): eating out, watching Columbo and CSI and buying shoes.  So far, so vacuous.  Art has never really figured much in my life. I mean, I know what I like when I see it, but ask me to tell you the difference between a Manet and a Monet, and I’m stumped.  So I was pleasantly surprised to find myself, along with the husband and friend Jen, at Sotheby’s on a Monday evening. The occasion was a preview party  for the sale of 51 works from the collection of Lord and Lady Attenborough. The reason for my attendance – my sister works at Sotheby’s and I’m fortunate enough to receive the occasional invite.

It was everything I thought it would be – cultured, civilised, full of arty farty people and even a few slebs (Mick Hucknall, Trigger from Only Fools & Horses, David Puttnam and Peter Bowles). In all honesty I wasn’t even looking at them  - I was too busy admiring the waiting staff.  Perfectly coiffed with movie star looks, they could have been plucked straight from the set of Gosford Park. Proffering delicious canapés including mini burgers, chicken liver parfaits on toast and champagne served in coupes (coupes!), they made sure we were well fed and watered.

We spent a couple of hours wafting around, my sister acting as a guide, looking at the treasures on the walls. I learnt about First World War artists Lowry, Woods and Nevinson and admired the pictures up close and personal. Both the artistry and technique were amazing and there were a few prints I would have loved to bid on but sadly my finances are not quite up to it. The highlight of the evening came when the Attenboroughs’ son spoke about the pictures that had adorned his family home for years. You could tell he was quite emotional and whilst he was sad to see them go, he was overjoyed to be sharing them with the world. Although I can’t confess to coming away an  art aficionado, I think this could be the start of a new love affair.

Nish

Who ate all the pies

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

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As a child, bonfire night was one of the most exciting events of the year. It meant wrapping up warm, stepping outside to eat hot dogs and mushy peas with mint sauce and oooing and aaahing at the marvelous colourful sparks that popped and whizzed over my head. I have lived in London for five bonfire night’s now and spent three of them in Chichester at my boyfriend’s parents bonfire party. Every year they hold two parties at their house, one in summer and one around 5th November, each with over 100 guests. I now know that a Hemingway party means good food because Jack’s mum is a fantastic cook and spends two days preparing food for the parties that they hold.

As autumn is the perfect time of year for warming pies and comforting crumble, she made an array of different pies from sweet potato and bean to beef, chicken, cheese, lamb and chorizo – it is entirely by coincidence that she likes to use Jus-Rol pastry, it’s her ready made pastry of choice and good for vegans. Not to mention the bonfire cake – a giant bomb of chocolate cake with a whipped cream, cornflake and malteaser center with more whipped cream smothered on top and orange flavoured Matchsticks and Cadbury’s flakes sticking out.

Unfortunately this year it rained… and rained… and rained, which ruined a few of the fireworks that were brought by the guests. There was, however, an astoundingly large bonfire (for which we made a guy), which was still alight in the morning after a nights rainfall.

Naturally I tried all of the pies, my favourite being the chorizo.  Sunday brought us a day of more pie and a welly-clad trip to the local beach at West Wittering. It was overcast and cold so there weren’t many other people on the beach bar a few families walking their dogs. We made the walk fun by playing beach Olympics, which included tripple jump, discus played with a large shell and high jump (hard in wellies!)

I always love a relaxing weekend break to Chichester and last weekend was certainly no exception – although now my new jeans are starting to feel tighter already. I’ll probably be laying off the pies for the next few weeks.

Sarah

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First Day

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

After a fairly daunting, yet exciting morning in the Wild Card office, Hannah (the other intern) and I decided to go to lunch together. We grabbed a quick sandwich, then to cure our post-sarnie sweet tooth we headed to Starbucks to grab a coffee and cake. However, en route to our dessert stop a brand new Hotel Chocolat had just been opened on the Strand, and it happened to be the launch as we were passing - naturally we couldn’t help but have a nosey round. The fact that there was a man with a tray of freebies at the door may have swayed our decision slightly too.

On entrance we were offered a free glass of Prosecco, which would have been rude to refuse, then shown to the best part and if I’m honest, the only reason we went in; the masses of chocolates to taste. There wasn’t just the one tray, the whole centre aisle of the shop was covered in their entire range from sickly sweet ones, to slightly savoury ones, white choc to 80% cocoa, fruity to chilli flavours, pretty much any chocolate you could think of.

Hannah and I both preferred the Raspberry and Prosecco truffle, I wasn’t a fan of the chilli one as my mouth was on fire for about 20 minutes after. I felt a bit on the pathetic side when Hannah confessed she could barely even taste it. After a somewhat dreamlike 5 minutes of scoffing our faces with choc and bubbly we headed back to the office in a rather more upbeat mood for the second half of the working day.

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Photograph courtesy of AngelChildVikki’s Flikr photostream.

Oktoberfest

Friday, October 9th, 2009

I am not famous for being the biggest fan of beer so my friends found it pretty odd when I booked tickets to the world biggest beer festival – Oktoberfest.

I was a little dubious to see if I could drink even a whole stein (that is a LITRE, I might add) let alone the four or five that most people drink per day, but what I was most interested to discover was that it is not all about the beer..

The German food was amazing. I loved the giant pretzels, the delicious meat sandwiches, the Schnitzel, the huge variety of fresh bread, and all the different kinds of meat, frankfurters and bratwurst on offer.

And of course it doesn’t end there, then there are the sweets – Fastnachts (drop donuts) sprinkled with icing sugar and maple syrup, the rich chocolate cakes, the giant novelty biscuits and the delicious pastries – all so fresh and often made on site.

I had expected to come home and be a converted beer-lover (unfortunately for my wallet, I still prefer champagne!) but instead I have returned with a new passion for German food.

Shannon

CORNISH ANGELS

Monday, October 5th, 2009

In fantastic sunshine we met at Garras Wharf in Truro on Sunday morning. Over 1,300 of us. Most in leathers, a lot of long grey beards and many festooned with tattoos. Harleys and Norton Commandos were de rigeur.

It was the 22nd annual Martin Jennings Memorial Motorcycle Run. Martin was killed on the TT Course in the Isle of Man Manx Grand Prix in 1987 aged 39. Each year since then the run has taken place from small beginnings to become the record event that it now is. And what a spectacle.

Of course we weren’t quite Marlon Brando or Lee Marvin from ‘The Wild Ones’. Ignominiously I stalled at the entrance to the event and had to push my asthmatic old BMW across the start line. Renfree, who was my wing-man for the 140-mile run, skipped choir from the 11 o’clock service and was decked out in the best scrambling kit on his very nifty Japanese import.  Not looking quite like prime candidates for the Cornwall Chapter selection, we ventured forth under the reproachful eye of the Cornwall Hospice Care ladies who did a fantastic job of marshalling us in and collected £4650 for their pains.

We needn’t have worried. This is one of the most well-behaved and charismatic occasions in the South West two wheel summer calendar and draws gangs of spectators. A shared interest in Bing carburettors and the film Easy Rider go a long way to defrosting an introduction to a hairy biker. All you require is a gleaming machine, a petrol-head approach to life, some liniment (we were all quite senior) a Cornish pasty, a bottle of Luscombe Apple and Ginger drink and you’re laughing.  Though it helps to bring ear-plugs.

The route is a secret but always seems to go through our village and takes 15 minutes to pass. The danger is more likely to be falling over from lack of momentum than fear of a speed wobble. Kate cheered me on having bimbled down to collect the paper.

Ho Hum. Peter Fonda – forget Goodwood – get yourself down here next year.

Simon

A day on the garlic farm

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

Garlic WeaverWhen my boyfriend suggested going to the Isle of Wight to pay an overdue visit to his grandparents I decided to tag along. In just 3 hours door-to-door we arrived at our B&B in East Cowes . I conducted the necessary Google search and discovered what the Isle had to offer - I stumbled across the Garlic Festival which, predictably, took place the weekend before we were due to go!

Not one to be deterred we set out to the farm. The Garlic Farm is owned and run by the Bowsell family, who have been running this little haven since the 1970’s. The farm is located near the middle of the island, ideal for access from any direction, as crossing the Isle takes no time at all from coast to coast. Every year in August the island hosts a festival celebrating locally grown garlic. The event is so popular it is the second highest attended event behind Cowes Week.

The café was our first point of call as the aromas wafting from that direction were too inviting to avoid. There is a real rustic feel to the place, wood features heavily throughout, with lovely beams and chalk boards hanging from the ceilings, revealing the days specials. The weather was glorious so we parked ourselves outside next to the garlic weaver. We sat watching the young woman expertly weave garlic into the kinds things you see dangling from a ‘Parisian’ man in the cartoons. There was definitely an art to it and her patience and rhythm set a very relaxing atmosphere.

Back to the important bit, the food! Matt opted for the special – Goats cheese and roasted vegetable terrine with smoked garlic. Matt’s mother and I decided that everything sounded too good to restrict ourselves to just the one dish so we opted to share. We chose homemade lamb kofta balls on a bed of Tzatziki, topped with spicy roasted sweet potato wedges. Our second dish was the cheese ploughman’s with a selection of their homemade chutneys, many of them garlic infused. The food was sensational, it was extremely flavoursome, visually attractive and made you want to try more of the menu.

After a much needed stroll post-lunch, our final stop was the garlic farm shop. Here you can taste every variety of chutney they produce (garlic/ tomato/ginger and the pear/rhubarb being my favourites) as well as purchase the many varieties grown and indulge in endless homemade cakes and pies. Tempting as it was to buy up the whole shop, unfortunately our luggage was already full to the brim, something I greatly resented when making my plain cheddar cheese sandwich for the lunch the next day!

Eddie

Lamb Kofta

Home made farm chutneys