carnaby

the beatles and mary quant are two things i always associate with carnaby...adrian doesnt get it. he thinks my view about carnaby street is very sixties. i blame it on my father, the original anglophile i have first come across in my life. when i explained to adrian how my father used to talk about the beatles and carnaby street (twiggy,mary quant,), i always think of all the sixties scenes.

so when i moved to England, and was first shown the famous street, i was a little bit let down of its shop-laden streets. but as soon as i got to 'live' and 'thrive' in the city where my face is normally at at least 2x a week, ive gotten to love it again, even without the imagery my father used to tell me. yes, it is shop-infested, but mostly indie boutiques and mostly pure British brands or small chains. this is also a favourite haunt of mine and my sister when we used to walk after every school night (make up school) in oxford circus, have a snack and a mini shop in some of the cosmetic shops.

one afternoon, adrian and i were craving for meat. i was boasting about some pastrami sandwhich that Ana and i used to have after make up school. so i took him there.

and yes,he was impressed by the sandwhich of choice. while i had a burger (one of the best) to satiate a craving that was ongoing through my research period.

some pictures of the day.

adrian listening to me rave about the pastrami sandwhich..the very extensive menu board

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i love this little burger place...and this street

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Jones the bootmaker just across the Carnaby Burger co..just across where we sat

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and the look of the place

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that was his new yorker (name of) sandwhich..real red meat

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nice chunky chips;-)

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walking around the street corners ,there are some interesting shop displays..

the pic on the right was taken for my friend Patricia..i thought of her when i saw that dress (thinking that it would be her style..it'll look good with jeans or just as a dress )

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by the sea

a few weeks ago, adrian and i went to have fish and chips dinner (and a Rossi's ice cream: a must!) by an old english seaside town, called southend-on-sea.

its 35 minutes drive away on a good day, or 45 mins in peak times.


some photos i took.

seaside restos

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ageless romance

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the sea makes me miss home

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seaside wares

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windwhirls

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inside Rossi's ice cream restaurant

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a hundred choices...

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i had coffee flavour while adrian had strawberry + rhum & raisin

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the inside of the resto

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we moved to the nearby "estuary restaurant" who serves one of the best f&c.

by the time we got to fish and chips, i had enough of picture taking.

oh well, there will be more of that soon, too:-)

atay

if you dont like the sight of liver, look away now!

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on friday night,i cooked bacon and liver for adrian and my stepson. its an old english recipe, but i tweaked it abit, i used my mom's adobo recipe,and adrian likes liver and bacon now.

the bacon came from the frozen stuff we bought from the organic stall from the Taste of London Festival on Sunday,and the liver were butcher bought of course.

the liver and bacon recipe uses lamb's liver. and since i am not keen on lamb's liver (quite too strong), i cooked chicken liver for myself (which is one of my faves).

we cleaned our palate afterwards with chocolate mousse or lemon sorbet we bought from the Bonne Maman tent at the Taste festival

just pics i took of the food. a very cheap meal this one was.


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Adrian likes this version of bacon and liver dish, and it was his son's first taste of the dish and he had a big bowl of rice with it (and a second helping). in fact, that one's the stepson's plate (with rice) and adrian had potatoes with his.

my own..best paired with hot steaming jasmine rice.

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monsterrrr

i just saw this advert tonight. (u can tell i dont watch much prime time tv).

its got such a lovely feeling for an advert.


im sure most of you have seen this, but i just wanted to share this for those who haven't.

"the web is what you make of it"..

blog dry

the computer stares at me in white.

my fingers are typing untintelligible words.

my mind keeps shooting blank.

what is happening?

im blog dry. wrung to the skin.

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(i'm just hexing the blog dry curse. because more often than not, once i start typing, all the ideas i thought while i was at work, or doing something else, and thought i must write it down on this blog, are somewhat shy tonight. see next entry if they do).