Too old for Mickey Mouse?

I’m wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt today. It’s a vintage one, I hasten to add. Bought at a flea market in Los Angeles. But despite always having a bit of a craving for such a t-shirt, I feel like a fraud. It doesn’t suit me and I think i might be trying to be part of a gang which doesn’t really want me.

I was at a party in LA just before I bought the t-shirt. It was a warehouse, arty sort of party in downtown LA where artists and beautiful people hung out with their hangers on. We were supposed to be there. We were invited in fact, but still felt just a little out of place. Anyway, whilst I was watching a leggy blonde hitting the life out of a Yo Gabba Gabba pinata, in walked a leggy brunette wearing black leggings, short biker boots, a mickey mouse t-shirt and a black blazer. She looked properly cool. It was just about everything I like all rolled in to one outfit.

So, in the following days I decided that I too wanted a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Something I had steered clear of for many many years. I found one, in fact I found two, and I bought them both for the princely sum of $8.

Today is the first day I’ve ever worn my t-shirt. I’m wearing it over a long sleeve white cotton tee with my skinny blue jeans and my sheepskin slipper boots. I don’t think it works.

 


Absolutely Nothing To Eat : Fabulous figs

Until quite recently, figs were one of those foods I didn’t really know much about and had for some reason decided I didn’t like – having never actually tried them. I think my dislike was something I’d carried from childhood and had more to do with those horrid fig biscuits than the fruit itself. I didn’t like those one bit and I still don’t. At least I think I don’t.

Then, one hot Summer’s day in France, whilst taking a walk, I slipped on a carpet of squashed figs which were completely covering the road. I remember very clearly thinking how much I loved that smell and – being somewhat affected – it reminded me of my favourite scented candle. Anyway, in amongst that slightly materialistic association, it made me curious about figs and I’m pleased to say I’ve loved them ever since. The real ones, not the candles. I’m a bit over the candles.  Although I do know someone, a man, who wears a figgy scent and it does create the most delicious perfume.

So, we’ve been enjoying French figs for the past few years but had never found really good ones in England until we discovered our – almost – very own fig tree, right here in Oxfordshire. And now that we have more figs than we really know what to do with, there are all kinds of plans to make all manner of things. Neither candles nor perfumes, but maybe jams and chutneys – who knows. For now we’re happy just eating them greedily.

I think the most delicious way to enjoy figs is hot. You can bake them with all sorts. I like them wrapped in prosciutto and stuffed with a little bit of roquefort cheese.

All you need to do is score the figs in to quarters, but not all the way through. Just enough to open them up. Stuff your cheese inside and then wrap closed with a piece of thin prosciutto ham. Drizzle with a little bit of olive oil and put in the oven until the cheese has melted and the ham has crisped up slightly. About 10 minutes depending on how hot your oven is. Serve with some salad leaves and perhaps a little olive oil and good balsamic and that’s it.

Or you can score them as above, put a dollop of honey in the middle, wrap them in the prosciutto and cook them in the same way.

Or you can miss out the ham altogether and just go with the honey or the cheese. All very delicious indeed.

So that’s my post about figs. Really it was all an excuse to show this photograph which I think is just about the prettiest fig picture I’ve ever seen.

Photograph by David Loftus


Absolutely Nothing To Wear, See or Do : Wilderness and Festival Fashion

What to wear to a festival…..wasn’t something I thought really bothered me anymore, but apparently it does. It really has to be one of the most important fashion decisions of the entire Summer. A pair of Hunter boots, denim shorts and some Breton stripes, just doesn’t cut it any more (although it’s a pretty good staple to fall back on), but there are so many more guises to consider.

I’ve never been a huge fan of dress up, as in fancy dress. I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humour, but when it comes to that sort of clothing style humour, I am the most prudish and miserable of them all. I just can’t really do it, yet when I see others embracing it, I find myself harbouring just a teeny bit of fancy dress envy. The thing I love the most about festival dressing, is the way outfits evolve in a way that can only happen when you’ve been sleeping (or not) in a tent for 3 nights. What starts as a well considered, rather chic presentation can turn in to a mismatch of all sorts with hats and accessories joining in the fun – all of which have most likely been borrowed, stolen or acquired as the hours roll on. Festivals are all about sharing after all.

I can’t purport to having been to many festivals over the past few years. I used to be pretty good at it but have bowed out since the children. And then suddenly, the Wilderness festival arrived on our very doorstep. Quite literally. And it has reignited my love (and fear) all in one weekend. A small and perfectly formed offering, the Wilderness is a brand new festival from the clever people who brought us Secret Garden Party and I have a feeling this too might be quite a success. It was fun. Easy, simple, relaxed fun – both with and without the children.

So, back to what they were all wearing. My goodness, I’ve never seen a more diverse collection of people. There were the floor length gowns, gold lame and masks – for those attending the Saturday night masked ball – some of which were fabulous. There were hundreds of play suits of all colours, patterns, shapes and sizes. Lots of top hats and military uniforms which is always a favourite and many a skinny jean to be seen on all ages. There were also an inordinate amount of flat caps, cords and v-neck jumpers……this is Oxfordshire after all…..and all were having a jolly good time.

So next year – or perhaps even sooner – I’m going to plan my festival outfits down to the last thread. I’m going to throw caution to the wind and welcome my alter ego…..you never know, I might like her.

 

21 . 8 . 11 :

The Dark Is Rising by Mercury Rev has been happily ringing in my ears for the past week so I had to include it in to the post.

Without a doubt my musical highlight of the wonderful Wilderness.


Absolutely Nothing To Write About : A term of endearment

Something has been bothering me for some time and it seems this is as good a place as any to share it.

What is the correct term of endearment to use when writing an email to a friend or wishing them a Happy Birthday on Facebook or sending a greeting via SMS? Or should they just be scrapped all together? There are all kinds of words being used in place of names, words such as Lovely and Honey and Darling and Beautiful and Gorgeous and Mate and Bro.  And that’s just the very start of it…..I’ve been called Poppet quite a bit recently, which I secretly rather like, and I’ve found myself using Sweetheart a little too often. Even as I’m writing the word, I have a weird feeling that some other, friendlier, more touchy feely person has momentarily taken over my hand and mind. Yet I still do it.

I remember – about 15 years ago – cringing when anyone called me Babe. It was just about the worst thing you could call a person, or maybe it was just me. And now, it’s thrown around (I do it too) left right and centre and no one bats an eyelid, including me! I actually don’t mind it and I like Baby even more. Very odd.

So will we ever go back to just using each others names or will it carry on being a bit of a competition of who can think of the most original and most endearing term. Maybe it’s something we’ll grow out of. Who knows. But what I do know is that it’s beginning to confuse me so I may just have to stick to one single greeting which can become mine. And I think my word shall be……Dangleberry. It’s got a nice ring to it and feels friendly without being overly gushing.

Wikipedia have a useful guide to Terms Of Endearment, I’m pleased to see it’s been bothering them too.


Absolutely Nothing To Wear : Shoes glorious shoes

I’m not feeling terribly fashionably inspired at the moment. I’m going through one of those phases where I dress in pretty much the same things day in day out and it’s getting a little bit boring. So, to try and reignite a bit of interest in my own wardrobe, I decided – under slight duress from my husband – to have a shoe sort out. Not a clear out, although that’s what he was hoping for, but a lovely, time wasting sort out, which basically amounts to looking at them all and putting them neatly back in their boxes.

I have quite a few pairs of shoes (60+) and since the children arrived and I welcomed countryside living, I don’t really wear any of them anymore but the thought of parting with a single pair is completely unthinkable. Why is that? I even have ones which don’t fit me properly – too big or too small – but I hold on to them with a just in case sort of attitude. Just in case my feet shrink? Ridiculous.

So, did my shoe sort out work as a source of inspiration? Yes it did. It inspired me to wear my red Celine wellington boots for our Sunday afternoon walk…..which are now covered in mud and suffered a minor scratch in the woods. Straight back in to the box they go.

I’m going to photograph a few said pairs when I get a minute on my own iPhone….my 3 year old uses it more than I do. I think some of them need to be shared in picture form, they deserve that much at least.

For now, I want these please YSL…..to wear on long walks with the children, obviously.



A wonderful week of Absolutely Nothing

We’ve had delicious things to cook, gorgeous things to wear, fabulous things to see and pretty things to grow in glass jars – you get a little bit of everything when doing Absolutely Nothing….

Absolutely Nothing To Wear on holiday by Mel Moss

Absolutely Nothing To Cook : Cod baked with tomatoes and tarragon by Mel Moss

Absolutely Nothing To See : A Summer with the Supersaurs by Mel Moss

In continued appreciation of the genius of When Superstars Ruled The World by David Loftus

Absolutely Nothing To Grow : Terrariums by Samantha Taylor

Absolutely Nothing To Cook : Tomato and strawberry gazpacho by Mimi Roberts


Absolutely Nothing To Cook – Tomato and Strawberry Gazpacho by Mimi Roberts

During my extended summer stay at our house in France, my Spanish friend Jose who, deprived of good food due to his sticking to the frightful Dukan diet, can only talk about all things gastronomic rather than either cook or eat them!

We talked about the recent closure of Ferran Adria’s restaurant in Spain which neither of us had ever been to and of his wonderful combinations of flavours. He spoke of a strawberry and tomato gazpacho, which during this hot weather, I thought would be just the thing. We have a brilliant roadside shop near us which I call the “Tomato Shop”. It has the most amazing array of different old fashioned types of tomatoes, all home grown. It also had wonderful looking strawberries…..so……..I spend a happy half hour fiddling with ingredients, overseen by Jose and came up with the following gazpacho.



Strawberry and Tomato Gazpacho

500 grams of strawberries, hulled
3-4 large ripe tomatoes , unskinned.
Half a red pepper
1 red chilli
large clove of garlic, crushed
4 spring onions, white bits only
1 soup spoon of sherry vinegar
sugar to taste
light chicken stock (as much as you think it needs)
salt and pepper
Olive oil

Ideas for garnish are :
Cubed pieces of melon or crunchy pancetta or cubed cucumber and chopped mint, or basil or, for something special, some lobster.  I did pancetta which I cooked in a hot oven on baking parchment until it was crispy, then crumbled it over the soup with some basil leaves just before serving

To make the gazpacho, put all the ingredients in the liquidiser and give it a good whizz, taste and add more of whatever you think it might need so that the balance is perfect. It should be sweet, spicy and sour at the same time. If it is too thick, then add more stock. Then put through a fine sieve and chill for at least 4 hours. Serve in either glasses or bowls and garnish with the above suggestions.


A Summer with the Supersaurs : When Superstars Ruled The World

Almost a year ago to the day, my little family embarked on quite an adventure. My husband, Jay Jay, left for LA to go and build life size dinosaurs for his sculpture show When Superstars Ruled The World which opened in Beverly Hills on the 13th August and me and the boys (the youngest being 5 weeks old) remained behind before joining him 6 weeks later. It was a very long 6 weeks indeed but also a very fun 6 weeks. My 2 year old thought Daddy lived inside the computer, thanks to the world of Skype and my 5 week old was just happy to be sleeping on his side of the bed.

Not only did Jay Jay give us one of the most exciting Summers we’ll ever remember, but he also managed to put on a truly spectacular show and make me immensely proud.

For those who weren’t lucky enough to be hanging out in Beverly Hills in August 2010, Jay Jay has released a brand new film including footage of the run up to the show and the opening night party.

It’s ace and has been watched on a loop by my children since 6am this morning…..and I’m still not (quite) tired of it. Watch with the volume up, the music’s pretty good too.

To see more about the show visit Jay Jay’s website here and it’s worth keeping an eye on it over the coming weeks as all kinds of plans are afoot….


Absolutely Nothing To Cook – cod baked with tomatoes and tarragon

I completely made this up last night, in the hope of recreating a similar dish I had in France a couple of weeks ago. It was delicious but in the words of my husband – my fiercest critic – it could be “refined slightly”. So here it is, warts and all with the refinements in brackets…..not that I don’t agree with them obviously.

2 x fillets cod

a pack of baby plum tomatoes, halved (or big red tomatoes skinned and cut in to chunks)

a handful of fresh tarragon – leaves torn

a handful of fresh oregano – or not quite a handful, just as much as you fancy

1 large clove garlic, peeled and thinly sliced (or 5 cloves of garlic slightly crushed with skins on)

half red onion – chopped finely (1 red onion peeled and left in chunks)

a good glug of olive oil

a splash of good balsamic vinegar

salt and pepper

Here’s what I did and might do differently next time….

Chop your onion, garlic and tomatoes and throw in to a roasting pan. Mix together with the tarragon, oregano, olive oil and balsamic and season with salt and pepper. Bake in a medium oven (about 150) for half an hour or so or until all the juices are starting to run from the tomatoes and the onions are soft and caramelly.

I might use large tomatoes next time and skin them before adding them to the tray. The skins on the little tomatoes didn’t bother me at all to eat, but the pile left on my husband’s plate at the end, did. I might also add more garlic – I was using some we brought home from France and was a little over cautious as it’s pretty strong stuff. I might also add a tiny teaspoon of sugar as it could have done with being a little bit sweeter. Or maybe more balsamic….you choose.

Once the tomatoes are all delicious and soft, push them to one side and lay the cod fillets in the middle of the tray. Spoon over the tomatoes so they cover the fish and  put back in the oven for 10 minutes until the fish is just flaking apart and no longer clear in the middle.

I served it with some steamed samphire and a little bit of crusty bread for the juices. And there you have it.

The photo is of the more delicious French version  – he used some seeds I think too but I reckon pine nuts could work quite well for a bit of crunch.



Absolutely Nothing To Wear on holiday….

Simple. Take a Tallulah and Hope kaftan or pareo and that’s just about all you need. I wore this long “Strongshark” silk dress more than anything else in my suitcase and I absolutely love it.

Am very honoured to have this picture included on their lovely blog too. They are very clever ladies indeed and I think T&H could well be my new fashion addiction.