Posts tagged “wine

lifes little lessons


I’ve been spending a lot of time on my own this week, pottering about, and don’t get me wrong I’m down with hanging out with me, myself and I, but sometimes you can do your own head in. So I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts.. not surprisingly related to food. During my researching into the underground food scence in NYC I stumbled across an interview with one of the founders of potluckslideshow (the organisers of the Beautiful Bountiful Brooklyn Tasting Hour!) on the Heritage Radio Network. The radio station only takes about food. What a dream. I’m listening to a podcast at the moment with the girls from Gastonomista, who I have to say I have completely fallen head over heels in love with. I want to be them!! Did I mention that one of their favourite combinations of food is absinthe and oysters. Babes.

“…everybody thinks that because we are girls we only like cupcakes. Sure we like cupcakes but we also like bourbon”

Another thing that I have fallen in love with is this (which I found on their blog).

best invention ever

Perfect for the lady or gentlemen who doesn’t have a basket to put their wine in when cycling to a romantic dinner date or picnic- and at $25, you’d be crazy not to get one. Buy it here.


I learnt my lesson yesterday about cycling in inappropriate clothing. My favourite ankle length sheer white skirt is now ripped and grease stained. Silly me thought it would be a great garment for cycling in, yet as soon as I hoped on my bike and zipped around the corner, I could cycle no further due to my skirt being wrapped in the chain of my bike. Fortunately, I was able to rip the skirt out and didn’t have to awkwardly wobble home with the bike wrapped around me, nor did I have to take the skirt off completely and walk home in my knickers with my bike wearing the skirt (kind of wish I had to now, would have made for a funnier story!).

poor skirt!

detail of the damage

I’m going to try and dye it grey or black, or maybe tie dye it so it is not completely ruined! I will be very sad to say goodbye to this summery beauty (and just when the weather is getting warm!!). So will I cycle in any more ankle length garments? Yes, I will just remember to tuck the dress firmly into my knickers before getting on my bike.


Yesterday was so so beautiful and sunny so I spent the day cycling about the city on my bike. Cycling along the Hudson river on a sunny day is amazing- so many people out and about. I also discovered a new bar- a place called The Frying Pan. An old boat that is converted into a bar. I was drawn to it by the beautiful wooden archway leading up to the boat. Built in 1929, this historic lightship (one of the few remaining) is said to have spent three years at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay before being salvaged and brought to Chelsea Piers to become the ultimate “dive” bar. The boat, docked on a railroad car barge, boasts a musty, barnacle-encrusted interior (complete with catwalks and an exposed engine room) straight out of a Nine Inch Nails video. The far end of the barge often serves as a moody dj lounge and stage for live acts. On the pier, a tiki bar serves up booze and burgers, and a 16-foot observation plank offers a fantastic view of activities on the Hudson… and perfect for any time of the day drinking in the sun. It would have been rude of me not to stop and have a beer.

The Frying Pan

Having a pint of heavy cream (you cant just call it ‘cream’ in this country as people think you are talking about ‘crema’ for your coffee) left in the fridge, and an unstoppable craving for needing to eat ricotta all the time, I decided to try my luck at making it. Seemed simple enough, cream, milk, lemon, curdle, drain and let sit. Unfortunately not! I think I may have gone wrong in a few places; not adding enough lemon juice, not letting it curdle enough, or the fact that I had to use calico instead of muslin only because guy in the fabric store was being a creep and ogling at me (like he’d never seen a girl in tight high waisted jeans and a cropped t-shirt, he was about 55 so surely he lived through the 80’s right?!) so I took whatever he gave me and was out of there quick smart. The calico was obviously way to thick so the liquid didn’t drain fast enough, and all the curdling sort of collapsed. I’m going to make a trip back to the wonderland that is Cake & Bake to get some muslin and to have another go at making it tomorrow… fingers crossed I’ll have fresh ricotta to enjoy for breakfast Saturday morning. Maybe even make orange & ricotta pancake. yum!

ricotta attempt #1


I hardly ever make clothing for anyone else. I’m not sure why, I guess maybe I feel as though it’s quite an intimate thing to do, like you are giving a piece of yourself away? Too poetic? Anyway, after a recent late night wine infused skype conversation with a good friend, I decided to make him a t-shirt. For some reason or another we were ranting about numbers and he mentioned that his favourite number was 24. When asked why, he said ‘because it relates to so many things, 24hrs in a day…’ and then couldn’t think of anything else- great reasoning! So when going to sleep that night I decided to design a t-shirt print based on the number 24. Here is the result.

final print design

Obviously all the things on the shirt relate to the number 24 (I may have lied about the egg yolks in a gin&lime tart, but I remember there being a lot.

the 'how many hassell's in da house' t-shirt

The shirt was an early birthday present/ good luck on your world tour present, as the band that my friend is in just left of a big tour. Here’s a plug for them… they are called SEEKAE. 3 three piece electronic music act that are brilliant (no bias of course). They are playing at a bunch of places throughout the UK and a few festivals…. dates and tickets are available here. Fingers crossed they’ll make it over to NYC!

here’s one of my favourite tracks of the new album +Dome. Seekae: Reset Head

And just to end with. My brilliant friend in the UK sent me this.. now that I work for Chanel, I have to be polished in everything that I do. Even behind closed doors!