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Banana Bread

It’s very unusual to see me in the kitchen. I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve never taken the time to learn to cook or bake. Recently, though, I’ve taken more of an interest in my diet (which is ironic, given I’m showing you a stodgy banana and raspberry bread I baked) and am spending more time preparing food for myself. My first attempt at baking was ridiculed on its presentation, but it doesn’t matter when it’s so tasty.

Unrelated: Thanks to Jonathan for helping me iron out the kinks with my photo blog.

 
 

Afternoon Tea

It’s been a suh-weet weekend, with afternoon tea at the esteemed Hidden Lane Tearoom. Ayden and I enjoyed finger sandwiches and cakes, washed down with two pots of tea. We went for the bog standard Afternoon Tea on the menu and found ourselves walking away with adequate food babies, so I’m glad we didn’t opt for the Luxury Afternoon Tea (perhaps next time).

 
 

RailsBridge

This weekend was fun. I headed to Edinburgh for RailsBridge, an organisation working to increase diversity in tech. There was a turnout of about 20-30 female programmers in TechCube, and – for me personally – it was great to work on an app and have an experienced programmer (teacher) I could ask questions to as I progressed.

I spent the weekend at my sister’s shop, which is next door to Casa Angelina – a vintage tearoom. It’s fairly new yet seems to have gained popularity with its afternoon tea. We didn’t quite stretch to afternoon tea, but the soup and cake I did have was very tasty.

 
 

Saturday with Brittany

Brittany and I met for sushi on Saturday, although it didn’t really go to plan as Shilla have stopped serving their amazing sushi platters. Still, we enjoyed some Korean food and quickly followed it up with a scone at The Hidden Lane Tearoom.

I really enjoy taking people to The Hidden Lane Tearoom who haven’t been before. It’s always a nice surprise for them walking down the misleading alley and being met by such a cute cafe. In Glasgow, alleys are generally used for men to urinate in.

 
 

Kym ‘Krispy Kreme’ Ellis

Yesterday – after spending the weekend in England for a wedding I was shooting – I had the pleasure of trying my first Krispy Kreme doughnut and meeting Kym Ellis. Kym and I have tried to meet on a few occasions, but something always gets in the way (like January’s crazy blizzard). It was great to finally meet as we both love cameras, coffee and  – now that I’ve finally tasted ’em – Krispy Kreme doughnuts. I want to try them all. ALL OF THEM, I TELL YOU.

 
 

A Romantic Weekend in Bruges

When Christmas was approaching and I had family asking what gifts I wanted, I realised I have too much ‘stuff’ and would rather add to my memory bank than my DVD collection. I asked for flight money towards a weekend in Europe, though at that point I was undecided on where to go or who with.

A few months later, Shawshank and I had booked flights to Brussels and an apartment in Bruges (via Airbnb). I went to college with Shawshank and she is one of few people I can spend a lot of time with and not want to kill (I like my own space). Having spent a year backpacking around the globe, I knew Shawshank would be good company to travel with.

I don’t really know what to say about Bruges, other than my photos can’t do the beauty of this place justice. It’s a very romantic city, so it came as no surprise that people thought Shawshank and I were… together. If you like mad parties and late nights, perhaps Bruges is not the best city to visit. But for somebody like myself who enjoys early mornings and exploring with a camera, then finishing the day in a quiet pub with a bottle of red wine, Bruges is perfect. My eyeballs had a lot of eyegasms with the architecture, too.

The only downfall was our day trip to Brussels. Admittedly we hadn’t looked into what to do before we got there, preferring to blindly walk about and see what we stumbled upon. The city was a major letdown, however, and looked like a tip (with the exception of Grand Place, ho-ly wow). In fact, Brussels reminded me a lot of Glasgow, and as much as I love my city I know it’s not the nicest to look at. I wish we had visited Ghent instead.

The breakfasts are big, the beer is tasty, the waffles are a delight, and the whole city is bathed in medieval magic. Oh, and you can also check out my Instagram photos.

 
 

Fifi and Ally

Brunch with Miss Connolly is a regular occurrence at the weekend. We’ve uncovered a few good spots as of late, namely St Louis on Dumbarton Road. I guess there had to be a bad egg in there somewhere, and that bad egg was Fifi and Ally. A stingy portion in comparsion to the same dish at Tribeca or St Louis, yet priced the same as the latter. But what was worse, for me, was the maple syrup that was listed as accompanying the waffle wasn’t even syrup; it was honey.

I take my cheat meal seriously, and this was a total waste. I won’t be back.

 
 

Loudons in Edinburgh

I am a sucker for an independent coffee shop. I’ve never understood why people choose to go to Starbucks. Having walked past Loudons on my previous trip to Edinburgh, my sister and I made a note to return, which we did so this morning on the hunt for breakfast.

There were a couple of bonuses. It was sunny and they had outdoor seats, which was perfect as my sister and I both had our dogs with us. And they had the most handsome barista ever. Sold.

On another note, this is the second time in the past few weeks I have picked up my camera thinking it has the 50mm attached, only to be disappointed to find it’s the 28mm. Boo!

 
 

Meet Me At St Louis

Every Sunday, for the rest of our lives. I’ll have waffles with bacon and maple syrup, please. And a latte ‘cos I’m a fatty.

When Lindsay asked where I wanted to go for brunch, I asked her to take me somewhere new. It’s easy to get into a habit of visiting regular spots, and while I will always wax lyrical about Tribeca’s french toast, it’s Glasgow we’re talking about and there are a thousand other places to discover. Enter St Louis cafe, which is on Dumbarton Road nearer to the Partick end of the city.

After OD’ing on sugar, we drove to Holmwood for a play in the sun and yet more coffee. Perfect Sunday!

 
 

Hyndland Farmers’ Market

When I first moved to Glasgow, I had romantic illusions of visiting the farmers’ market every second Saturday and stocking up on fresh produce. Today, I finally visited the farmers’ market… after 17 months of living here.

Based in Glasgow’s West End on the corner of Dumbarton Road and Hyndland Street, the market is a stone’s throw from my recommended brunch haunt, Tribeca. That is pretty much a perfect Saturday, in my opinion.

Whilst I didn’t splurge on fresh produce, I took a few photos, drank some coffee and tasted many samples, the most notable being the Irn Bru tablet. Yes, it sounds all kinds of wrong (and diet-wise it is), but you can’t visit a Scottish farmers’ market and not appreciate it.

 
 
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