Something for the weekend: Cinnamon Rolls

May 29, 2015

Happy Friday! 

Today I decided that baking was the answer to my post exam boredom. Let's face it - food is always the answer. So I had a scroll through Pinterest - always the first port of call for recipe inspiration - searching for things I could make; I had to bake something that filled up an entire day, and the only thing that really fits that criteria is bread. The problem is that I am a notoriously bad baker. I mean, terrible - if it were the 1950s, I'd be an awful housewife. I hate making bread even more than cakes - my hands get all achey from the kneading and I just don't have the patience to let it rise. But, I do love cinnamon rolls. A lot. They remind me of school, where they were served all hot and sticky and delicious and I decided that, if I was going to spend an entire day making dough, it might as well be for them.

May Bank Holiday (a weekend of food, wine and activities)

May 26, 2015

Today, I'm finally having a completely stress-free day on my own.  I've been looking forward to this for weeks; I'm an only child, so I like my own company - in fact, I pretty much prefer it. No revision, no exams, just me and a LOT of catch-up TV. I got up late, watched several episodes of Grey's in bed with tea and toast, and went for a gentle run in the sun. When I'd done that, I made another cup of tea, ate some chocolate and watched back to back Friends for hours; in other words, what should have been a pretty dreamy morning. So, you can imagine my surprise to find that actually, I'm kinda bored. I think I've packed every day for the last few months with activities - running, revision, exams - that I've literally forgotten how to do nothing - which is a shame, as it's something I used to be rather good at. So I thought I'd write about the weekend to cheer me up - unless you're revising, Bank Holidays are usually pretty good, and as the first weekend after the end of exams - this one was perfect.

Friday night started with what was meant to be just a few drinks and a catch up with Meg, who I hadn't seen since before exams. We met at Vinoteca in Soho, which is a really lovely wine bar - although I'm not sure I can really call it that since, oddly, it doesn't have a liquor license unless you buy food. I'm not sure if that's just a ploy to get you to spend more, but it worked. As I should well know by now, a 'few drinks' is never just a few drinks - we stumbled home later that night, three bottles of wine and several plates of spanish ham, cheese, salmon tartare and olives fuller. The wine list there is amazing, even stocking a Hungarian red that I tried in Budapest - Soho can be a bit hit and miss when finding decent bars, but this one is definitely worth a visit.

Vintage Salt @ Selfridges

May 22, 2015

Finally, another year of uni is over. I've learnt a little about law, a lot about how difficult it is to keep a house clean and, as usual, absolutely nothing about the repercussions of binge drinking. After nearly two months of revision (procrastination) and exams (binge-watching Grey's Anatomy, my new obsession), I emerged blinking into the sunlight at around 1pm yesterday; literally bouncing out of the exam hall and doing a celebratory heel click like something out of the Wizard of Oz.

I now have four completely free months ahead of me, and I'm planning on making the most of summer in London before I move to Italy. As a little mid exam treat, I bought myself a fancy new camera; it's heavy and complicated and I have absolutely no idea how to use it, but it makes every picture I take look very professional and I am absolutely in love with it. Katherine's now learning just how annoying it must be to date a blogger - apparently, me stopping to take photos of everything we eat is a little embarrassing. But whatever.

Anyway, as a post-exam treat Katherine booked a table at Vintage Salt, which is the newly opened pop-up restaurant and bar on the roof of Selfridges. It's inspired by a "Cornish fishing village" and has a super cute beach theme, complete with deckchairs, beach huts and waiters in nautical striped shirts. After a quick glass of wine in the sun on Heddon Street, we whizzed up to the top of Selfridge's in the express lift a little before our 8 o'clock reservation - so far, so good.