I couldn’t sleep, I’m too excited. So I thought I’d post my Christmas photos after all. We were four – me, my brother, brother’s girlfriend, girlfriend’s brother (got that?).

Christmas 2009

The finished cake. Richard is a true appreciator of Christmas cake. I discovered this the last time we all spent Christmas together, in New York two years ago. I actually lugged a 4 kilo cake with me. So I had to make one this year.

Christmas 2009

It’s amazing how priorities change as you get older. Breakfast came first, then presents. We usually have croissants, but Cameron requested pancakes, and I made some French toast from some leftover brioche loaf as well.

Christmas 2009

I made stockings. Cameron is holding my attempt at wrapping without wrapping paper – I didn’t buy any this year. I had plenty of fabric scraps so I used those to wrap things that needed wrapping. A stocking is already wrapping anyway!

Christmas 2009

Christmas Dinner was at Richard’s place in Putney. The traditional Jacket Christmas dinner consists of beef curry! No one could tell my why or when this tradition started, but as we’re all good atheists (except for Cam who’s on the fence) I found it delightfully irreverent.


I thought a nice vegetarian option would be Allegra McEvedy’s aubergine and tamarind stew, which is in the Leon cookbook or on the Guardian website. It was delicious. Definitely going into the repertoire.


Were we all at the kids’ table or all at the adults’ table? Christmas dinner was surprisingly light on alcohol, as we all overdid it a bit at breakfast….


Richard and Kate contemplating the sprouts. Unfortunately I failed to convert them.

Dessert came much, much later (about 11:30 pm) and I forgot to take pictures. Cheese and dessert were my responsibility. Cam is allergic to nuts so I didn’t bother with Christmas pudding. I did chocolate chip bread and butter pudding, which is something my aunt in New York always does (and I think I’ve spent more Christmasses there than anywhere else in the world). I also did some spiced baked fruit – figs, pears, peaches, nectarines – which everyone loved. It made for a perfect breakfast this morning too.

Beach time!

I’m off to Sri Lanka for three weeks! My friend Marissa is getting married and I’m a bridesmaid. I won’t be taking my laptop with me so I don’t think I’ll be posting until I get back. I am taking my camera though, so there will be lots of photos. I was going to post a sweet photo of my brother and his girlfriend with their hand knit Christmas stockings, but I already packed my camera so that will have to wait too.

I hope you all had a great Christmas yesterday and that you have a happy new year!


Christmas cheese selection from Riverford. Is this not the most adorable thing ever?


I want to tuck in straight away. I didn’t get much else in my order today, just some booze (wine and more sloe gin, couldn’t resist), cream (for pudding), and sprouts because Cameron likes them and now I do too. I’m doing the vegetarian option, cheese and dessert for Christmas dinner. Time to get cooking! There is going to be WAY too much food, but that’s the point, right?

Photographic evidence


My brother and his girlfriend managed to book on to a coach from Paris, and got in at 10 on Monday night (they were due in at 7), only a day and a half after they were supposed to arrive by Eurostar.

It’s been really nice showing him around and I’m starting to wish I didn’t have to leave the country on the 27th, as they’ve decided to stay a couple of extra days in London to make up for the time they’ve missed. Oh well, I will be lying on a beach getting over my jetlag. Then… well, stay tuned.

la neige et l’électricité ne se mélangent pas

This morning I was meant to be doing a final sweep round the house in preparation for welcoming my brother to the UK for his first trip here in exactly 20 years (he can’t really remember the last trip – on the other hand I think that’s when I decided I was going to live here). I even made his favourite biscuits.

However, le mauvais temps in Northern France (what’s French for “the wrong kind of snow”?) has put paid to that plan and I find myself at a loose end. Bad things always come in threes – on Friday my credit card was cloned, on Saturday my brother’s train was cancelled – so now I’m just waiting around for an anvil to fall on my head. Although perhaps there’s already been three – we had a bit of bad luck looking for a new flatmate earlier in the week (yet another blow to NZ-Australian relations – but that’s another story).

At least I’m eating well in the meantime. I received some cherry tomatoes in my last veg box, which spurred me to try another recipe from the Ottolenghi book – Roast potatoes and Jerusalem artichokes with lemon and sage. All I needed to buy were some kalamata olives and Jerusalem artichokes and hey presto:


At the start of the Ottolenghi book, they joke that “if you don’t like lemon or garlic, skip to the end of this book”. This recipe has plenty of both, with four cloves of garlic. Since I’m still fighting off the tail end of my bronchitis or swine flu or whatever it was, I figured I could do with a good dose of garlic. The garlic, lemon, sage, potato, tomato and olive combination is one that would never have occurred to me, but it works really well. The artichokes disintegrated a little, I think next time I would cut them a bit thicker. But all in all it was a colourful, cheering sort of a meal. Comfort eating, only more interesting.

Incidentally, no one I know has reported a dud recipe from that book yet. I’ve made the cauliflower fritters about four times now and still love them. It’s possibly my favourite cookbook – barring the Usborne First Cookbook, which was indeed my first cookbook and contains the recipe for the biscuits mentioned above. More on those later. I still have some butter, sugar and flour in the house so I think I will fill the gaping, brother-shaped hole in my Sunday with more biscuits!

By the way, does anyone want two tickets to Avenue Q tomorrow? Sigh.

Kiva for Christmas

I’ve written about Kiva before but it bears repeating. I have been lending through for about a year and a half now, and it’s just amazing to know that my money is really helping people in far-flung parts of the world.

In case you don’t know how it works, you go on the Kiva website, where they have a list of people all over the world in need of loans to fund their businesses. You pick one and then decide how much to lend. As the loan is repaid, your money will appear back in your Kiva account and you can lend it to someone else. So the same money ends up helping more and more people. Of course you can put more money into your account and make more loans too. The thing is it’s not charity – these loans are helping people to build up their businesses and provide for their families. And the loans have to be repaid.

I tend to lend money to women who are involved in craft-related businesses. Today I lent to a couple of women who do sewing – bedspreads, clothing etc. I really hope it makes a difference to them.

If you’re strugging with what to give to the person who has everything this Christmas, or there’s a charity-minded individual on your gift list, consider giving them a Kiva gift voucher.

How to make brussels sprouts yummy!

When I stopped eating meat fifteen years ago I was still a somewhat fussy adolescent eater and there were quite a lot of vegetables I didn’t like much. I found that I started to like different vegetables more and more, and even broccoli, which I once despised, went to the top of my favourite food list. Whether this was just a part of my tastebuds maturing or whether it was a result of my tastes completely changing as a result of my pescatarianism I’m not sure. However one thing remained on the hate list: sprouts. Fortunately I sat next to Dad at supper so was able to shift them onto his plate, occasionally having to swap them for his carrots (honestly, who hates carrots, but loves sprouts?).

I’ve been getting my veg box from Riverford for almost a year now and the one thing I really love about it is that it forces me to eat things I normally wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Now that sounds a bit strange, but it has really expanded my horizons, and my meal repertoire for that matter. Getting swede three weeks in a row forces you to get creative.

Ditto sprouts. Something I would never in a million years buy from the supermarket. So when they first appeared in my box, I might have groaned a little inwardly… and then I hit Google. I’ve lost the site I found this on so unfortunately can’t credit it, but this, folks, is the yummiest way to prepare sprouts:

1. Heat a bit of olive oil and butter in a pan. Chop your sprouts in half and toss to coat in the fat. Sprinkle with sea salt.*


2. Then place all of your sprouts face down, turn the heat down low and cover with a lid.


3. Cook until the sprouts are soft all the way through and a light brown on the underside.


4. Serve immediately, and sprinkle with some very good Parmesan.


5. Eat. Yum yum YUM. Honest.

* the salt is important, Mum. Salt actually takes away bitterness in food.

The Snowman, Irn Bru-style

For those of you elsewhere, Irn Bru is a highly caffeinated Scottish beverage vaguely reminiscent of battery acid. I’m not sure whether to be horrified or amused by this ad:

Found via Purlpower.

I grew up watching The Snowman every Christmas Day. It feels sacred somehow. But it’s a pretty cool ad…

Age of Stupid

Just a quick post to say The Age of Stupid is going to screen on BBC4 tonight at 10pm. The film stars Pete Postlethwaite, was directed by Franny Armstrong of McLibel fame, and was produced by my friend the incredible Lizzie Gillett.

If you didn’t catch the UK cinema release, this is your chance to see this incredible film. I first saw it at a Kiwi Greens screening over a year ago now, and it blew me away. To be completely honest, I fell asleep in An Inconvenient Truth. Al Gore giving a very dumbed down powerpoint presentation about stuff everyone knew already and I’d studied years before in uni. Yawn. Stupid on the other hand holds your attention from start to finish. Even if you know all the climate stuff already, it’s the people’s stories that hook you in and keep you there. The two Iraqi refugee kids who mend American cast-off shoes to scrape a meagre living; the Shell oil man turned Hurrican Katrina hero; the smug git of an Indian low-cost airline baron… they are all real people, with incredible stories. Stupid does a really good job of presenting the complexity and urgency of the climate situation, but still holds out hope for the future.

Well this was meant to be a quick post but I could go on about the film for hours. Watch it. Then please tell me what you think.

While we’re on the topic of the climate, I’d like to point you in the direction of my young, gorgeous and talented friend Claire Waghorn. She’s recently started a really excellent blog. She writes brilliantly about the green issues that affect her life, and her blog (and especially the comments) is inspiring. Right now she’s in Copenhagen watching events there unfold, and her commentary makes for very good reading. It’s people like her who are going to save the world… along with people like you and me, of course. Keep it coming, Claire!