London: Tourist at Home

The benefit of being an English tourist in England is that you can put your head down and power round the tube like you live there (London, not the tube that is) and grumble at other tourists without feeling hypocritical. The other strange thing is that we were a rare breed, amongst the French, Indian, African, Polish, Russian and many other nationalities - not lest the several million Australians that populate London we felt like tourists in our own capital city. Surrounded by the chatter of every language but English we felt like we could be anywhere in the world, and felt sorry for those tourists seeking an 'English' experience because in London, you're not going to get it.

Aside from these strange elements we had a cracking weekend, and in oder to bring you the best review of London we felt inclined to dine at the best restaurants and drink in the most luxurious bars. Such a hardship.


First up was a little pre-theatre experience right next to the Lyceum Theatre (for the superb Lion King) called Indigo, part of the One Aldwych Hotel. With two courses priced at £16.75 and the most efficient service this well oiled machine is perfect pre-theatre. We had beautifully cooked sea bream of steamed vegetables followed by the most beautiful desert of basil creme brulee, sounds strange tastes like heaven.


Saturday we headed over to Scott's of Mayfair (part of the Le Caprice and Ivy family) for a late lunch/early dinner event. Apart from a little haphazard service - due to the switch over of staff from lunch to dinner, we had en excellent meal. Starting with a dozen Maldon Rocks oysters we went on to try the days special of Turbot in Bernaise sauce (between two), Fillet of Gurnard and John Dory with a clam and saffron broth and Atlantic halibut with smoked salmon cabbage and chive butter sauce - all of which were excellent, especially the turbot which was to die for.
We polished off our extravagant lunch with a honeycomb ice cream with hot chocolate sauce which set very pleasingly on top to create a chocolate shell - desert heaven. Finally we were presented with a plate of macaroons with a happy birthday message for me on - very sweet of them! The macaroons made me jealous, I must try harder with mine. Damn it.


Our third meal was Sunday lunch at the world famous Ivy restaurant in Covent Garden. Celebrity spotting aside the meal was beautiful, and the service to the highest standard, with an air of old fashioned fine dining. My started of Gorgonzola dressed spinach salad with pine nuts shocked my taste-buds in the best possible way - I have never had such an exciting salad experience, well who has? Then onto the main course, I indulged myself with a skate wing, amid biological explanations from Moo about how they're not really skate, regardless it was beautifully cooked, topped with tiny shrimp and caper butter. The finish the weekend of excess we had to go for the signature desert of Baked Alaska. The waiter appeared with the unbaked Alaska then processed to light the jug of brandy infused berries and pour over the meringue, while it cooked he sliced the pieces and topped with the flaming sauce to ensure hot meringue with ice cream inside. The fruit was so boozy my mouth was numb, which was calmed by the sweet Italian meringue and cold ice cream. Imaginative, spectacular and so so tasty.

First Class Food

Taking the morning First Class Virgin from Liverpool to London was not only comfortable and a lovely way to start my trip but the food was shockingly good!
My memories as a student of heated processed cheese sandwich passing as a hot meal on my way back up Glasgow were just that - distant memories. Faced with a choice of full english, scrambled egg with smoked salmon, or fruit I opted for the riskiest option - the scrambled egg.

I'd like to point out, I am not a snob in general but when it comes to scrambled egg I am very much a snob. No Egbert, scrambled egg in the microwave is not real scrambled egg. So watery, rubbery eggs cooked in the microwave with some shriveled morsels of salmon was what I was expecting, but to my surprise out came a plate of freshly cooked, creamy soft, pan made eggs, with fresh beautifully smoked salmon. Shock. Where did this come from! It was amazing, and I hate to say it but the Virgin train chef makes better scrambled egg than me, and he's on a moving train. Followed by freshly warmed croissants and a pot of breakfast tea it was the perfect breakfast whilst whizzing through the sunning English countryside.

Train: 09:45 from Liverpool Lime St, to London Euston sitting in First Class with advanced tickets costing from £21 one way 2hrs 20mins.

This Week I Want: A Milk Carton Vase

This week I mostly want the week off, but as that is not possible I would really like a milk carton vase. Found on my latest addiction, designmuseumshop.com this vase combines retro milk carton with single flower vase - two brilliant things!

My love of ceramics it verging on the obsessional, with ceramic plastic cups, more plates than I could ever eat off and don't even ask about the teacups. However I may let this addition into the collection...

Check out the ceramic egg carton, typeface top-trumps, and Zaha Hadid centrepiece here.

Pancakes: Doing It Alone

As it was pancake day (evening really) I felt although Egbert is away I must partake in the ritual pancake nightmare. After the usual search for a new recipe I settled on the same one I use every year, however incorporating baking powder to make thick mini pancakes almost resembling blinis. As I was all alone I decided the best way to celebrate was to buy a small pack of smoked salmon and utilise the ageing yogurt and the elusive caviar lurking at the back of the fridge. Yes I had the poshest pancake day ever, but sitting cross-legged on my sofa eating blinis with smoked salmon, make-shift sour cream and caviar I felt indulged in a way chocolate or a naked man could ever do. It was the sort of comfort food luxury you can only have when you're alone for fear of being labeled a snob or having Egbert devour the pancakes before we get the smoked salmon on.


Oh and the big plus point was, the same amount of batter for one pancake did my entire lot of blinis for a whole meal - low calorie (ish) and budget friendly! (Provided you have ageing caviar in the fridge).

Bread: The First Attempt

Apart from an experimental classroom exercise with bread making when I was about six years old which involved dubious shaped globes of a rock-hard yeasty substance, I have never attempted to make my own bread. Aware that it is the staple activity of the Waitrose-shopping fifty-something ho-rah Henry, I felt a little young and un-horsey and poor to be partaking in the endevour of bread making.

Nevertheless I set about making my first loaf on a cold Sunday afternoon after deciding it was too cold to venture to Sainsburys, and I'd have to locate not only socks but shoes aswell, and plus think of my 30p saving and the feeling of achievement.
I was right about one thing, the feeling of achievement was immense, I can make bread, if the world fell apart I could make bread and survive! Oh the dreams of having a bakery are alive again.

So investigating my enormous collection of recipes I settled for the fool-proof option of Jamie Olivers simple basic bread recipe. Involving only honey, white bread flour, water, yeast and salt it was the least complex.

• 1kg or just over 2lb strong bread flour
• 625ml or just over 1 pint tepid water
• 30g/1oz fresh yeast or 3 x 7g/¼oz sachets dried yeast
• 30g honey or 2 tablespoons sugar
• 1 level tablespoon fine sea salt
extra flour for dusting




The first task is to get half a pint of tepid water (warmish) and mix in the honey, salt and yeast until dissolved. Then making a well in the pile of flour poured out of the table you pour the yeasty mixture into the well, swirling it around to incorporate the flour until its been absorbed. Massive problem for me here was a river of yeasty mixture escaping out of the side of the flour and shooting across the table - not good. Next time I'd do it in a large bowl to save losing half the yeast!

Next add another 1/2 pint of tepid water and mix with your hands until a dough forms - by kneading it like mad for about 5 minutes. Yes, it sticks to your hands but just rub them together and it comes off, and plus it feels pretty nice really.

Ok, next you need to flour the dough ball, and put in in a bowl, cover with cling-film and leave somewhere warm to prove until it doubles in size.

When its doubled in size knead it again for a minute then shape into anything you fancy, plaits, baguettes, balls, or opt for miscellaneous shapes like mine. Score the top to make cool patterns like a proper baguette, and leave to prove until doubled in size again (about 30 mins - an hour).

Carefully put on a flour dusted baking tray in the preheated oven at 180c/350f/Gas 4 and bake away! Don't slam the door you'll knock all the air out of it and have lumps of rock.

You know when it's done when golden and when you tap the bottom it sounds hollow. Leave to cool, or eat hot with loads of butter....

You can experiment by kneading in cinnamon and raisins, or try sun dried tomatoes.
And there you have it bread. Amazing.

Cucake Overload

Ok, I know it's a bit of a food day today on Egbert and Sparklehorse, but it is Thursday and the weekend although close is still not upon us, so in order to make it through the week I recommend a calorie free visual gorge on Cupcake Bakeshop. Page upon page of gorgeous beautiful cupcakes destined to make one aspire to patisserie goddess level. Go gorge, but I'd recommend making the Pear and Vanilla Bean Chocolate Cupcakes - for research purposes only of course...

Smitten Kitchen

The aptly titled Smitten Kitchen blog is my new daily obsession with beautifully photographed recipes and brilliant back-catalogue of food ideas I know what I'll be cooking for the next few months at least...
Check it out here.

Macaroon time

When the recession is hitting hard, its cold outside and Christmas is a distant memory, console yourself with these amazing brightly coloured macaroons. Fairy easy to make (keep that oven on low heat to retain the colour) and amazing to look at and eat, these are the answer to all your problems.

Find the recipe at Time Out here

Ya, das hokey cokey!

Bill Bailey at his best. Watch it here

All I want for Christmas is....

Well all Egbert wants for Christmas is Le Corbusier, The Art of Architecture book to accompany the brilliant exhibition here in Liverpool.
Now, if only I had a spare 50 pounds....

This week we're mostly listening to...

Friendly Fires version of 'Use Somebody' by King of Leon for BBC's Radio 1 Live Lounge.

Hear and see it here

Sagmeister: My Hero

Stephan Sagmeister; controversial, exciting, a genius, are a few words that come to mind to describe the Austrian graphic design hero. From carving a poster into his flesh to interactive virtual spider webs, he has gone where most designers only dream of going.

His new book 'Things I have learned in my life so far' shows his recent work which he talked about last year in a lecture I was lucky enough to attend, and even meet the man himself.

Who said graphic design wasn't rock and roll....