The time has come for a fresh start. To start a new, seperate blog in the same vein as Crumpet; well, same same but different. You can find it here: http://claremoore2.wordpress.com/ All the best, C
If you were mine, I’d send you cornflowers.
Brain Peeking #1
Sometimes I recite Shakespeare in my head. I’ve no idea how it got there. Sometimes I think it is just made up by my odd little imagination. But here is some real Shakespeare for now… Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To...
The Sartorialist. Rad.
Craft Cache #1
Are these or are these not quirky, funny and a tad awesome? Courtesy of Hola Ático. http://holaatico.blogspot.mx/2012/07/izziyana-suhaimi.html
Sydney suddenly seems to be teeming with new ‘eateries’. I say eatery because they’re not ordinary cafes, restraints, bars, taverns, inns, diners or canteens. They’re moveable green-walled caravans purveying vegetarian food mastery in the form of chickpea based burger magic (The Vegie Patch Van). Or they’re smallholdings in the middle of Sydney’s industrial suburbs where they keep chickens,...
I have something to admit…I’m a wee bit in love with River Cottage- in all its reincarnations: ‘River Cottage Winters on the Way’, ‘River Cottage Food Heroes’, ‘Escape to River Cottage’, ‘River Cottage Road Trip’, ‘River Cottage Gone Fishing’, ‘Return to River Cottage’, ‘River Cottage Forever’, ‘Beyond River Cottage’, ‘River Cottage Autumn’, ‘River Cottage Summer’s Here’…and I’m...
OK. I’ll admit it. I have been a very bad llama. No postings since April? What is this?! *I like to imagine that someone is actually reading this blog sometimes* I’ve been busy…Things have been going on…. I’ve finished my BA and have almost finished one semester at COFA UNSW where I’m doing a BA Design. I know- it’s quite a change from languages, and wasn’t it about time I actually...
Many branches of the Sydney foodie tree have been quivering with excitement as people discover the new bars, bistros, restaurants etc that are popping up in some certainly unexpected places. I’ve managed to cover a couple in the past few weeks and I’m more than willing to share! Kitchen by Mike in Rosebery is pumping out lovely canteen fair from a busy open kitchen & sharing a huge, creative...
I don't usually post these but...
An ode to: Ginger.
Ginger, aka zingiber officinale really isn’t the most popular of roots rhizomes; lots of people simply ‘aren’t too keen’ on it, which leads me to think that perhaps they had a traumatic experience with it as a child. Did some ginger beer come out of their noses, singeing just a little sinus? Maybe some crystallised chunks were too overpowering in a batch of otherwise delightful chocolate...
It’s in the computer…. For some obscure reason unbeknownst (is that a word?) to me- My tumblr wouldn’t post for ages! Every time I tried to put up something new, text would disapparate and pictures would mysteriously reconfigure themselves into entirely incomprehensible muddles. I’m hoping all will be in order again now….lets have a try shall we?! CM
Despite the quote below, my humble apologies to you all for not keeping the blog up to speed. Hang ten for a catchup bombardment. -C
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not...
Aw. 2012. →
There’s a dull hum in my kitchen, coming from the whirring ice cream machine currently churning a batch of coconut & lime sorbet. There’s a cat sitting on a pile of cookbooks next to me, who won’t stop staring. There’s an episode of the IT Crowd on the TV. And there’s a piping hot mug of tea brewing…and thus starts 2012 for me. I still haven’t decided on my resolutions. I still...
Returning to Paris, M, C & I met up with beloved Swegian (Swedish & Norwegian) friends J & K. Sharing an apartment at the Bastille end of the Marais, we romped around Paris after enjoying slow mornings drinking coffee and watching the drizzle falling on the street outside. We wandered the New Decorative Art’s Wing (again!) and were buffeted by icy winds as we walked through the...
Although most of my time in Lyon was spent in buildings, in front of them, outside of them, looking at them, studying them, running through them & roaming around them & exploring them I had a rather good time. And as is reputed about Lyon, the gastronomy was amazing, delectable, delicious and definitely decadent. Outside Lyon-Perrache, within 5 minutes of alighting from our Parisian...
Paris When it Confuzzles
Lots of people get really excited about Paris. After all, it IS the most visited city in the world. I was excited too- however anxious and unctuous I felt about my impending duties as an ICOMOS volunteer. After Edinburgh I was ready to “get into French mode” and make the most of my time there. I had the weekend to do as I pleased, and I pleased myself as I do did. I wandered around the Louvre’s...
*woman standing in a crowd* -Can you whistle through your teeth or your lips? -Both *woman #2 demonstrates & whole crowd covers their ears in horror# *woman struggles to get up onto a bar stool* Me- are you right there? Her- Aye, I’m just a little too wee for the seeet.
Haggis, Harris & Hogmanay
Although the title may conjure up images of a moustached trapeze troupe in smashing tights, I’m thinking within a much more Scottish frame of mind just now. This shouldn’t be too surprising, as I’ve just been there- Scotland- romping around Edinburgh and Fife, buying knitted beanies in Pittenweem, eating fish & chips in Anstruther and sipping hot blackberry gluhvein on Princes St. I also...
Dear Blogosphere, I would like to apologise for my neglect this past month. You see, I’ve been out there ‘living’ as those young, darn hipsters call it. I’ve been venturing out of my usual little world and tiptoeing about in those of others. Things have been learned and un-learned. Bits n Bobs have been lost, found and left behind at home. Food has been eaten and strange...
When I was little, I would come home from school and rush to the TV room, where I would snuggle down and watch “The World of Peter Rabbit and Friends”; it was the early 1990s, I had no homework and it became a ritual. Then as I got older, nothing changed. Her stories, characters, drawing style and life still entrance me. You remember that movie Miss Potter? I liked it- I admit...
Thou shalt not stay up past 3am reading fanfiction before exams.– 11th Commandment
Those of you who have seen Bridget Jones’ Diary will know what I mean when I say I have now been the bunny. I.e. I have turned up to a themed party- in full costume, only to discover everybody else looking sufficiently young, gorgeous and slinky in Little Black Dresses (LBDs.) I’m sure lots of you have had that moment, haven’t you? When you walk into crowded the bar/party room in a floor length...
Anonymous asked: Hola! I am a Sydney girl in Valladolid for the rest of the week and desparate for a decent coffee. But I can't find El Campo! Where is it? Anita
2.08.2011 Ta very much!
I have had an extraordinary adventure, to say the least. I will remember (at least, I hope I will) parts of this trip, parts of these travels as long as I live. I owe so many people so much- you know who you are. And I don’t owe some people anything- you also know who you are. How you like them apples? Sour! Anywhoozles… If you’re reading this, maybe you’ve only chanced on the blog or maybe...
Of all the posts I’ve written here on Crumpet. This was the one I have dreaded the most. Yet it is also the one I am happiest to have written. I arrived in Sydney at an ungodly hour of the morning. Mum was there, waiting at the gate all teary and full of hugs. And so was my Nanna, sitting at a nearby cafe. We all had a good blubber and story swapped about how mischievous brother was for staying...
30.07.2011 Lackadaisical in London
There is something about men in kilts, isn’t there? Especially when you’ve had 6 hours sleep and they’re brandishing dead pheasants at you in a market place. Let me explain a little, shall I? After waking up early in Positano to go hiking up a hill to hop a bus to Sorrento, then another bus on to Naples airport, stopping over in Milan airport, then shuffling onto a delayed plane to London...
24th-29th July- Penultimate Positano.
If I left a little of my heart in Capri, then I left another portion in Positano. Arriving there was a lot like arriving in Capri- except for some reason brother & I were cross with each other and sullenly listening to our iPods (a little miscommunication and short temperedness whilst running for a ferry in the pouring rain will do that). But by the time we docked the sun was out and we were...
21st-23rd July- Capriciousness in Capri
Arriving in Capri gave me a similar expression to Sam Neil when his character first arrives on the island in Jurassic Park I. I was entranced by everything I saw. Thom, who had been there before warned me on the sunburn inflicting ferry ride over that it was heaven and I’d never want to leave. He was right. Capri is a glorious little island of heaven, full of local Caprese Italians, filthily...
17th-21st July- Rome & to all roads leading.
When they’re in rompers and ringlets, most girls wanted a puppy, a horse, the latest anatomically correct Barbie or some other equally cute and classic thing. I always wanted a Vespa…Just thought I’d put that out there. The last time I was in Rome at age 14 with my parents and older brother all I wanted to do was eat gelato on the Spanish Steps and systematically reinact each of...
14-17th July- Porto
When we arrived in Porto and checked into our ET themed room, the new river-straddling city seemed a much quieter place than you might expect considering it puts the Port in Portugal (both in a literal and beyond bad puny way). Granted, there were tourists, there were impressive buildings, there were rickety and racy trams, and there was coastline, riverside wharves and beautiful vistas, but it...
13th July- Coimbra
I will remember 4 key things about Coimbra. 1) Steps. Built on and around steep hills, Coimbra’s winding inclines will test even the fitter of those who explore them. Brother astounded all who saw (meaning me, a lemon tree & some stray cats) by carrying all our bags on his back up the whole lot to our pension. Noble creature! 2) Chanfana- a goat’s meat stew, heavy with red wine...