Food

    Breakfast

    A working breakfast at Tom Foolery.

    Easter baking

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    Enjoying Easter time in the kitchen with my little girl.

    Berlin breakfast

    When missing a train is a gift

    [caption id=“attachment_1133” align=“alignnone” width=“800”]Breakfast at Hector's Shed - a cafe in Shoreham by Sea Breakfast at Hector’s Shed[/caption]

    It comes to something when missing a train feels like a treat. Earlier on the week, I missed my train by under a minute. I hit the platform just as the train started moving. Too late. It was bad luck, sure, caught on the hop by the level crossing being shut, the parking machine being out of order, and one of the ticket collection machines being down. Too much bad luck for one journey to stand.

    I live far enough into the sticks that my next useful train was 30 minutes away, so I did what I always do when things throw me off in Shoreham - I went for a coffee and toast in a local café. As before, I picked Hector’s Shed.

    Toast. Coffee. And half an hour to sit reading. I don’t do that enough. Since I switched to a freelance consultancy career, I’ve struggled with the urge that I should be doing something to further my career at all times - and I mean doing. Reflecting, thinking and reading never seem to be active enough, and so they fall by the wayside. This has just got worse since Hazel was born, and the remainder of my free time was eaten alive by the bumdle of cuteness that is my daughter.

    But an accident, an unseen confluence of inconvenience, gave me premission to chill. And chill I did, with coffee, and toast, and some reading on my iPad. A simple pleasure, but right now life is teaching me that simple pleasures are often the best.

    Christmas Dinner in progress…

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    A Bajan Lunch

    Bajan Fried Chicken
    Bajan Salad
    In the last few days of my holiday. Should be back and posting soon…

    Food & Light

    Spent much of today working on some recent photography. Here's a couple I'm really pleased with:

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    The dinner at my nephew's christening.

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    The chandelier at a house we visited in Florida.

    Brunch: the finest meal of the weekend

    Brunch

    When Lunch Goes Bad

    Anyone who knows anything about Twitter knows that it's all about what people had for their lunch. I eschew such conventional wisdom. I blog about my lunch instead, as I am defiantly old skool in social media. And this was my lunch yesterday:

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    Can you spot my schoolboy error?

    Yes, in the absence of anyone to share lunch with in the fine QH canteen, I opted for lunch al desko, and the poor plastic fork just wasn't up to the job of holding the pork fillet in place.  Note to self: just eat in the canteen anyway, and save the environment the cost of the stupid plastic containers and cutlery.