Monthly Archives: April 2010
If someone tells you that they love Snow Patrol do you let it lie or do your mock to your heart’s content? (Christ, that was a bit of a Carrie Bradshaw sentence formation!)
I chose the latter at the weekend . . . I think the consequences are still playing out. We got to this point by the person in question wondering why the audience at a Snow Patrol gig was such a middle aged anorak wearing (literally) bunch. I ventured that this was because Snow Patrol were the quintessential modern middle of the road outfit. Grumpiness ensued.
And was only countered by a shared appreciation of Tunng. Which still begs the question of how you can like Tunng and Snow Patrol simultaneously. Inevitably conversation then got turned around to a question of “what music do you listen to then?” Which of course requires a balanced and thought through response. How to balance muso obscure with good popular music? Throw in a few curveballs to display a taste for classic pop? Try to not appear too white indie fey.
This one’s for you Sarah!
And this one is just for the hell of it.
The Guardian carried a mini Ottolenghi recipe book a few weekends ago. I discarded it and then found it when sifting through the recycling. Uncommonly there was pastry in the fridge; and not being one to let the lack of a few of the other ingredients listed in the recipe stop me from embarking on something I made a version of it yesterday. Lunch today was therefore easy and vaguely impressive.
You can still find the original recipe for caramelised garlic tart here. For the record: there was no cheese in my version, i substituted single cream for double, I had none of the herbs, and only 2 heads of garlic rather than 3 (padded out with a few small shallots instead). See what I mean about not letting a few missing ingredients get in the way.
Long tailed Tit
(oh, and butterflies . . . winged but not birds: brimstone, orange tip, peacock, tortoiseshell, cabbage white)
. . . according to an Iranian cleric.
Try and decipher the fact and the fiction in today’s Guardian.
That’s Ewan Pearson skulking behind the piano and Ben Watt dressing the mike at the beginning.