Courses: breakfasts

Breakfasts: on his hands, manta ray and frankfurters

On Sundays me and him would take a hike to the haunting ruins of St Birgitta monastery. On the outskirts of Tallinn, these 500 years old walls were standing there, unguarded, uncared, welcoming. I would hold his warm hand whilst

Courses: breakfasts

The beauty of breakfasts: eggs baked in sourcream

The sweet waking up to the gentle, clanking sounds in the kitchen and shuffle my pajamad feet following my mum’s call for breakfast is one of those memories that make me squeeze my eyes and sign deeply.   People muse

Courses: breakfasts

Autumnal breakfasts: Jewish cheese spread.

There is something about me, autumn and breakfasts. It is perhaps because autumn is the ultimate (my favourite word of late)  liminal time of the year. The time when things seem to stand still and you are in-between stages, phases,

Courses: breakfasts

Ketchup, the biggest delicacy of all

I had a less-than-usual breakfast the other morning. Faced with not one, not two, but three varieties of ketchup, I gave in to the absurdity of the situation and cooked bacon that would stand to all the sweetness, and sourness,

Courses: breakfasts

An omelette to heal your soul

The mood in our house has been somewhat sobre lately. Not for any concrete, pre-packaged reason, but for that unattainably tear-your-heart-out existential melancholy. And so this morning I took to try and remedy the situation with the only way I

Courses: breakfasts

Happy International Women’s day!

6.10 am this morning. my kitchen. Just wanted to wish all my dear international women (and boys too, especially if you have on occasion wondered what it might be like to be on another side) – Happy 8th March! The

Courses: breakfasts

Syrniki – a curdly cuddle

I wish to call it a cottage cheese renaissance.  There must be something in the air – grainy, slightly sour but comforting in that warm and cuddly way that a lived in bedroom can be – that has made few

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What a bun lark!

Over the next few weeks I will treat you, my dears, to glimpses of dishes I am thinking of cooking up at my Brunchclub to celebrate Women’s International Day (see here what it’s all about). I have been thinking a

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Cabaret and a toastie

I have a certain level of preoccupation with fabulous, over-the-board, pose-y things in life. Cabaret and heart-attack-giving breakfasts are such things. And so this fine morning I felt daring – I opened my weekly correspondence of Time Out to titillate

Courses: breakfasts

The Fat fetish: milk ‘traditional’

I luuurve fat.