Browsing 60 posts tagged with food.

 
 

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.

 
 

Food Fiend

Ryan is my food fiend. We will both maintain that we eat healthily, yet when we get together there will always be cake and hot chocolate.

I was kicking myself today. There was a RAF gathering at George Square, which would have been perfect for some street photography. I only brought one lens with me, though, and that was the 28mm (which was an accident. I thought I had my 50mm with me). In hindsight I’m kind of glad I was lumbered with the wide angle lens. I need to use it more often, and it’s the perfect companion for close-up dog portraits.

 
 

Sausage Party

I love a sausage party, and I was very grateful to be invited to my friend’s sausage party that they hold every year on May 28th. It took place at Glasgow Green. I don’t spend much time there, but I’ve decided that I prefer it over Kelvingrove Park.

Oh, and this weather! If I, a fair skinned auburn haired woman thing, can get a bit of colour then you know it’s been a good week weather wise. A memorable week, but I’m ready to wind down from all the food, ice cream and ciders that the sun has entailed.

 
 

Nectarine Cheesecake

Shona is like my own personal Rachel Khoo, except she bakes in my big Glasgow kitchen as opposed to a little Paris kitchen. This time Shona made a nectarine cheesecake, which suited me as nectarines are one of my favourite fruits. She also topped it off with almonds, but worry not, I’ve included the full recipe below.

Ingredients you will need:

  • 3 large nectarines
  • 2 tablespoons of water
  • Approximately 200g of caster sugar
  • 225g cream cheese
  • 300ml whipping cream
  • Approximately half a pack of crushed digestive biscuits (leaving the other half for Ashley to eat)
  • Approximately 100g melted butter
  • Flaked almonds

And here’s the recipe:

  • Melt the butter on low heat on the hob
  • Meanwhile crush the buscuits (a hammer is overkill, maybe, but it feels good) and place in a round baking tin
  • Pour the melted butter onto the biscuits and mix until combined, then pat down until the mixture covers the bottom of the tin
  • Place tin in the fridge to allow the cheesecake base to firm up
  • Chop the nectarines into rough chunks and place in a pot with half of the sugar and the water on medium heat
  • Cook until the nectarines are soft, remove from the heat then blend to a puree and set aside
  • In a mixing bowl, whisk together the cream cheese and remaining sugar. When combined, add the whipping cream and whisk until thickened
  • Remove the tin from the fridge and spread the cheese mixture onto the biscuit base. Fold in the cooled nectarine mix (swirl to get a marbled effect) and sprinkle the flaked almonds on top
  • Return to the fridge until cooled and firm, then serve and enjoy a sugar coma
 
 

Easter Weekend

I eat well, I train pretty hard, I’m in the best shape of my life and feeling really happy for it. However, I love my grub. That will never change, and I give myself one cheat day a week to indulge in something I might have been craving. This weekend, though, I went overboard. Ugh. I feel awful for it. Burgers and ice cream and mojitos and chocolate. So not worth it, and I can’t wait to hit the gym this morning to work up a sweat and lift something heavy.

Anyway, as established above my Easter weekend consisted of a lot of eating, but there was also a bit of street shooting, visiting Kelvingrove Art Gallery (which I hadn’t managed to do despite moving to Glasgow a year ago!), beginning Season 5 of Dexter, and getting overexcited by a cherry blossom tree. Hope you all have a good long weekend. Mine has been cut short, but such is the life of running your own business.

 
 
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