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Scrap Labs

Andaz Liverpool Street is an awesome 5* hotel in Shoreditch.

I used to walk past it on my way to work. Business men and well dressed women would spill out onto the street into taxis and I’d peer into the lobby at the receptionists milling around with their iPads.

Well, last week I finally got a little peek inside and oh boy was it a good one!

To celebrate London Design Week, Andaz hosted a “Scrap Labs” dinner. The idea was to highlight all the delicious, totally edible food wasted in hotels around the world and encourage chefs to think outside the box a little.

We had 8 courses, all held in different rooms around the hotel, starting with a table in the kitchen.

We began with oysters… which was a little confusing because I don’t know anyone who throws out oysters. But apparently they were sustainable British oysters, so we’ll let them off.

Next we were treated to seabass cheeks and tartar with caviar.

I found the cheeks a little tough but the tartar was excellent. After a couple more cocktails we were whisked away for a tour of the hotel before being led into the masonic temple. A dark, ominous chamber which lay undiscovered for decades having been blocked up for its own protection during WWII. In the 90s a wall was destroyed during refurbishment and builders emerged into the temple. We were greeted with a huge dining table groaning with food and silverware Candle light danced around the room as guests gasped and stood dumbfounded by their surroundings.

Our first course in the temple was tongue, which I really, really wanted to like…but didn’t. I’m fine with the idea of tongue, I just don’t enjoy the taste. Never the less, it was beautifully presented and served with wonderful wine (which makes up for almost anything in my books).

Next we had a delicious beef consomme, served in glistening copper saucepans.

Followed by braised jacob’s ladder and lightly seared fillet.

Then another soup.

Next we were led through more of the victorian part of the hotel to the bar for pudding.

A palet cleanser of basil sorbet was just what we needed after so many rich courses.

It was a little like eating iced pesto… in the best possible way.

But pudding was where the chefs had really gone to town. A club sandwich with a twist. The bread was made of light sponge cake, filled with strawberry, cherry and mint goodies. The chips were made of doughnut and the ketchup and mayonaise were actually raspberry and white chocolate. The fried egg (which was ‘fried’ infront of us) was marshmallow with a lemon curd yolk. I’m not yolking, it was delicious! Sorry, couldn’t resist.

Sadly the magical diner’s tour wont be open to the public as it was meant more as an inspiration to chefs visiting London during design week. However, should you want to try your own little Alice in Wonderland club sandwich pudding, you can. Andaz have added it to their menu, so pop in and confuse your tastebuds one afternoon. You’ll find them here . I love this idea of turning something savoury into something sweet… what else would work? .

Rough Tough Gentleman’s Pie

If this pie were a person, it would be a beast of a man.

A red flannel shirt wearing, 6ft4 lumberjack. Shoulders so broad they barely fit through doorways.

Constant gruff stubble on his chin and a growl to his voice.

He’d smell like a mixture of clean laundry and mud, and his laugh would make your beer tremble.

But of course he’d still know how to treat a lady right, this is a rough tough gentleman‘s pie after all.

The mixture of steak, Guinness and seriously strong cheese make the most incredible, rich pie filling, while the pastry is the perfect buttery, crispy, soft vessel for all that gravy.

I make this for my dad and brothers for brownie points (but really I make it for me as it’s my absolute favourite).

The only thing that’s a little bit tricky about this recipe is the pastry. I make Leith’s Rough Puff Pastry but you could always speed things up a bit by buying really good ready made puff pastry.

I like to make my pie filling the day before I make my pie. This way it has all night to mingle and get delicious in the fridge. It’s also much better for baking the pastry, we don’t want any soggy bottoms.

For the filling you’ll need:

2 red onions, diced

2 cloves garlic, crushed,

4 big carrots, chopped

4 parsnips, chopped,

10-15 mushrooms, halved

1kg beef brisket, chopped into 2cm squares

1 can Guinness

2tbsp plain flour

rosemary, salt, pepper, olive oil

200g strongest cheddar cheese you can find, grated

Start by preheating your oven to 170ºC/340ºF

Add a glug of olive oil to a large saucepan over a medium heat. Once it’s hot toss in your onions. Fry until soft and then add your carrots, parsnips, mushrooms and garlic. Mix it all together before adding your beef, salt, pepper and rosemary. Turn the heat up a bit and fry it all together for about 5mins. When the meat’s gotten a little colour, add your flour and pour in your Guinness. Simmer for a few mins before covering and throwing the whole thing in the oven. Leave it bubbling away for at least 2 hours, stirring now and then. This is going to make your kitchen smell awesome. After about 2 hours remove your pot and put it back on the hob without its lid to reduce the sauce. When you’re left with a pretty robust, thick sauce, you should be done. Put the filling to one side to cool down and then pop it in the fridge over night.

To make the pastry you’ll need:

500g (18oz) bread flour
 a good pinch salt

280g (10oz) chilled butter cut into 1 cm cubes

200-280ml (around a cup) iced water

1 beaten egg (for later)

The most important thing with pastry is to keep everything as cold as possible. Open the windows, hold your hands under the cold tap and dry them and clear a mixing bowl sized space in the fridge before you start. 
Sift your flour and salt into a large bowl.

Using a table knife, toss the butter cubes with the flour. Sprinkle about 12 tablespoons of water over the flour while stirring quickly with your table knife so that the paste clumps together. Now use your fingertips to Gather the lumps together, leaving any dry mixture in the bottom of the bowl. It will look hideous.

Flour your surface and mould your dough into a rectangle.

Now start rolling it out. (I used a marble rolling pin but you could always use a cold (dry) wine bottle, just remember to cover it in flour first.) 
 Roll it out so it is 3 times as long as it is wide. Fold it over itself like you would do with a business letter. Press the edges of the pastry gently, like a gentle judo chop (to seal the air inside).

Turn it around so it looks like a closed book you are about to open. 
Do this again and again until your pastry starts to look smooth like this.

Now fold it up again, cover with one of your butter wrappers and pop it in the fridge. It needs at least an hour, or you could leave it over night like I did. 
 When you’re ready, you’ll need to divide your pastry into bottom and lid. Pop your oven onto 190ºC/375ºF while you’re at it.

Your lid should be just under a third of the dough. Mmmm… look at all that butter…

Put your lid to one side and roll out your bottom. It needs to be big enough to cover the inside of your pie dish and not too thin.

Use your fingers and a little bit of water to wet the rim of your pie dish under the edges of your pastry so it sticks. Then cut off the excess pastry and put it to one side (you can use this to make your decoration).

Because you’re making quite a big pie you’ll want some structural support. If you don’t have a pie funnel you can always use an upside down egg cup.

Pop your filling in.

And sprinkle with your extra strong cheddar.

Roll out your lid and place on top. Seal it to the bottom with a little water along the edge and cut off the excess. Use the bits left over to make your decoration, I was lazy and made leaves but you can be as inventive as you like!

Make a little hole in the very centre (into your funnel/egg cup). Pinch the edges.

Brush with your beaten egg.

And it’s ready for its sauna! Pop it in the oven for 40-50mins, checking that it doesn’t burn. When it’s ready it should be golden brown with beautifully crackly, butter pastry.

Serve with peas and cold pints of Guinness.

One pie should feed 4-6 people depending on how hungry you are, but if you served it with with a big bowl of buttery mash and a little extra gravy you could easily feed 8. .

Breakfast Club

The first rule of Breakfast Club is don’t talk about Breakfast Club.

Luckily for you I’m feeling like a naughty little rule breaker so I’ll tell y’all all about it!

A couple days ago Gabby and I headed out for breakfast in Soho.

I had a serious hankering for pancakes. When you want pancakes in Soho, there’s only one place you go. The Breakfast Club.

Genius.

Ok, these deserve a close up…

Look at all that bacon, and the syrup! Look at the syrup just dripping into its little lake… Go on, go up and look again. Doesn’t it just make you want to purr?

Gabby had a slightly less beautiful but seriously freaking delicious breakfast of boston beans (with pulled pork), fried egg and french toast.

We also had some fruit to make us feel better about ourselves.

If you have food envy, (and honestly who wouldn’t?) you can find four Breakfast Clubs in London. Visit their blindingly bright website for details.

For those of you who are fashionably inclined…

Gabby wears: Loser t-shirt by Ashish at Topshop , Topshop varsity jacket , cigarette trousers by JWA, shoes & bag by Zara.

I’m wearing my favourite jeans , Ralph Lauren shirt ( similar one here), Mulberry belt, Hermes bag, & shoes by Aldo.

I think I might need to recreate Gabby’s Boston Beans, does anyone have a killer recipe I can try?

Grand Cuisine

Electrolux very kindly invited a few members of the media to join them at the Royal Geographic Society for a bite to eat. They’ve launched a (pretty incredible) range of kitchens called Grand Cuisine , which helps people recreate the Michelin starred restaurant experience at home. Blast chillers, intelligent ovens, slick grills, this is seriously grown up stuff. We walked through the front doors and into Narnia. A secret garden with a little stone path leading to the party.

We drifted in and out of the gardens and drank endless damson bellinis before moving inside to watch the chefs work their magic.

The menu was created by chef Nuno Mendez.

Who was lovely.

We were treated to squid with edemame beans.

Iberico pork.

And a few other treats which M wolfed down before I could capture them on film…

But my favourite course was pudding. Panacotta with a melon & lime granita.

I ate 6 of these. Don’t tell anyone.

The kitchens were genuinely incredible. When they’re installed you’re “given” a chef who’ll come and teach you how to use all the new goodies. The appliances almost sound to good to be true. Supposedly you can pop a rack of ribs in the oven, tap in that you’re cooking ribs and it measures them, weighs them and cooks them while constantly measuring the humidity to see that they don’t dry out. They are expensive and they’re not something you’re going to find in very many kitchens but certainly an idea I’ll squirrel away and bring out when I find my dream house (a ruin somewhere that I’ll have to do up and bring back to its former glory).

When the party was over and the carriages arrived, M and I made the most of the sunshine and played Adam & Eve (minus the nudity and snakes) in the garden.

When we finally dragged ourselves away we rode our bikes down the hill into Chelsea for burgers. Michelin food is beautiful, exciting, delicious… but it doesn’t exactly fill you up. I’m more of a burger & fries kinda girl. .

Granger & Co.

I have the same attitude to meal times as Hobbits do. Hobbits have breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper.

Now I’m sure even Bilbo would forgive me for calling second breakfast, brunch. I love brunch.

Don’t get me wrong, breakfast is good, it’s just always that little bit too early. Your mind is still a bit foggy, everyone’s a little bit grumpy and all you want is to be left alone with your paper/emails/twitter.

But Brunch? Brunch is sociable, it’s light, it’s utterly civilised and nowhere is it more civilised than Granger & Co. in Notting Hill.

It’s one of my favourite haunts. I take friends, family and dates here. The place is always crammed full of yummy mummies and celebrity types, everyone’s glossy, well dressed and thoroughly wholesome looking. The one thing we all have in common? A love of greatfood and generous helpings.

I like you a latte!

Fruit plate with yogurt and honey.

Dippy eggs & avocado.

Scrambled eggs & avocado salsa.

Ricotta hotcakes with honeycomb butter, bananas and syrup. These are un-bloody-real and incredibly moreish.

Sweetcorn fritters with bacon & avocado.

The company’s usually pretty good too.

Valentina from VDP. And if you’re still not full, you can take a cake home for elevenses.

You’ll find them on Westbourne Grove. They don’t take reservations so if you want to go on a weekend, arrive early or queue around the block, your choice. Either way the pancakes are worth it. Website here. Ps. Other Hobbit types may be interested in the new movie trailer…

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Now that’s what I’m Tolkien about!

Whopper Brownies

In America they call Maltesers “Whoppers” and you can buy them in cool milk carton things like this . Americans, in England we call Whoppers “Maltesers” because they’re made of malt and they’re little tiny chocolates that tease you and say “Oh eat me, eat me, I’m so satisfying” but they’re not because they’re so small so you have to have another. Really I think the English name makes much more sense but these are Whopper Brownies because they’re so big and gooey and delicious that there’s really nothing about them that teases, they go all the way, baby.

Just look at that gooey centre and those chewy malt balls…

You will only regret licking the screen. I learnt this the hard way.

To make your own stack of Whoppers, you’ll need:

150g (5oz) 70% dark chocolate

100g (3.5oz) milk chocolate

250g (9oz) unsalted butter (room temp)

3 large eggs + 1 egg yolk

300g (10.5oz) golden caster sugar

60g (2oz) plain flour ½ tsp baking powder Pinch of salt

30g (1oz) cocoa powder

30g (1oz) malt powder (or Horlicks)

150g (5oz) *more or less* Maltesers/Whoppers

Preheat your oven to 180°C/350°F, and line a baking tray with parchment. Break up your chocolate and pop it into a bowl resting on a saucpan of boiling water (don’t let the bowl touch the water). Keep stirring until you have a molten, glossy bowl of chocolate. Remove it from the heat and place to one side. Cream together your butter and sugar (especially easy if you’re using a mixer). Add the eggs one by one and then keep beating for a good few mins. Work those muscles! (or that mixer if you’re lazy like me). Now fold in your melted chocolate, and then sift your flour, baking powder, salt, malt & cocoa into the bowl. Mix gently until it’s all combined. Add your maltballs and pour into your baking tray. Bake for 25mins. When the timer pings, take them out of the oven and leave to cool by a window.

After about 45mins, you should be able to lift them out, chop ’em up and serve them to your nearest and dearest. I served mine with ice cold milk… in shot glasses, because I’m a grown up.

If for some inconceivable reason you have some left over, pop them into a Tupperware box and leave them in the fridge. Technically they’ll keep for a few days but if they last that long in your household I’m going to have to recommend some sort of psychiatrist.

Gypsy Rose

In 1925 Marcel Brunelière started making bicycles under a brand name he called ‘Gitane’ (which means Gypsy).

In 2012 I found a Gitane in a sad little corner of an auction room and decided to make her mine. I won her for £60, took her into the bike shop for some TLC, new tires and a little wicker basket.

Custard and I made the most of the Autumn sunshine and took our new French wheels for a spin.

I’m wearing a vintage top (but I’ve found a similar one here ), Nobody jeans , Tods loafers, Linda Farrow “Jackie-O” sunglasses & one of my dad’s handkerchiefs. Custard’s naked, the little scamp.

I think she’s beautiful and can’t wait to wind my way around Notting Hill’s streets and fill my basket with fresh bread and cut flowers. Just call me Gypsy Rose! .

Back To School Fashion Guide

Autumn is finally here. The last drops of Summer are trickling away, the kids have gone back to school, freshers are getting nervous and the rest of us are bracing ourselves for another long winter.

As Joe Fox once said; “Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”

Now before the weather sets in, the skies turn grey and the wind starts howling through the streets again, you need to get your wardrobe in order. A few people have asked for advice for what they should wear to school or uni or work this season so here are a few of my favourite picks to get you started, whatever you get up to.

First and foremost, you’re going to need a great coat. Burberry is leading the way this season with functional but beautiful little numbers that’ll keep you warm and toasty, while nipping in your waist for a feminin, elegant silhouette.

1. The Fashionista Holy Grail.

Burberry Prosum’s gorgeous cashmere blend coat had hearts a flutter at Fashion Week… but the price tag might be more of a heart stopper. At £2,795, you’ll need to see this as an investment. However you will be safe in the knowledge that a Burb coat isn’t just for Christmas, it’s for life. Their craftsmanship and service is second to none and there is absolutely nothing more luxurious than pouring yourself into a cashmere coat and heading out into the snow.

2. The Burb-ette

If you still want the style, prestige and quality of Burberry but have a little bit less to spend, the Glastonbury checked coat is a great option. It looks almost identical to its pricey cousin but doesn’t have the cashmere, knocking a cool couple grand of the price. This badboy comes in at £895, still an investment… but a worthy one in my books.

3. The Impatientista

If you’re the sort of girl who wants fashion to be fast, furious and forgotten about next season, the Topshop version might be for you. A steal at £95, it’s sharp, stylish and bang on trend.

Ok, so you might not hand this one down to your daughters one day, but it will go with everything and go anywhere. And next year? You can move on to a new style!

If (like me) you’re a little old fashioned, you’ll fall head over heels for this double breasted Issa creation.

Totally timeless, wool & cashmere for £800.

Baby, you will be mine.

Snow in October, NYC 2011

Now, what about keeping those little toes warm?

A great pair of ankle boots will keep you line dancin’ all winter long, cowgirl.

These are some of my favs…

1. Topshop £45 (also in fetching black), 2. Isabel Marant £325, 3. Isabel Marant £325, 4. Hudson Horrigan £150, 5. Acne £360, 6. Office £65, 7. Office £60, 8. Office £70

How about a cosy boyfriend-knit sweater to wriggle into?

1. Asos £35 , 2. Ralph Lauren £210 , 3. Asos £25, 4. Acne £210, 5. Crew £58, 6. Asos £45, 7. Asos £32, 8. Ralph Lauren £165, 9. Crumpet £380

Of course there’s nothing better than an actual boyfriend knit so you could always treat yourself to a big sloppy slice of Ralph men’s cashmere heaven…

10. Ralph Lauren £375

Sadly he doesn’t come with it (I asked).

Once you’ve found your perfect book bag (whichever way your MulberryPradaGucciCelineLouisFendi fetish may take you) you should be all set for a new term.

So long Summer, you’ve been swell but I’m ready for some leaf kicking, puddle swerving, rosy cheeked adventures.

Dukebox

Last night the lovely team at Dukebox invited the girls and I down for a little pre-launch party.

Just to give you a little bit of history…

Public was my favourite party haunt in the entire world. Better than anywhere New York, Paris, Monaco, Cannes… you name it, Public beat it hands down.

It didn’t take itself too seriously, it wasn’t fancy pants, it was just cool.

Sadly Public was forced to close its doors a few months ago for being too noisy.

Since then Chelsea’s little lost Public kids have been wandering around the West End trying to find a replacement.

Well, wander no more Public fans!

They’re back!

But it’s called Dukebox.

Same staff, same decor, same music, same crowd, there’s even a carousel pony.

It’s awesome.

I wore the Lazy Oaf Batman leotard , Topshop skirt , Aldo UK shoes and a Chanel bag (neither of which you can see here, but y’know, I wore them.) Nailpolish is Topshop’s “Bad Habit” which devastatingly they don’t sell anymore.

Gabby wore a sea of pearls from ASOS.

Selina’s Nasty Gal dress makes my heart go giddy-up.

You know the Mahiki treasure chests? Well here they come in Humpty Dumpty eggs and are delivered by a team of soldiers. Obviously.

We had an egg and a toy box which came with the most delicious handmade marshmallows the size of your fist.

They’re essentially a mix of spirits, fruit juice and champagne. Delicious but deadly.

From now on, If you can’t find me, look for me at Dukebox.

Lunch Date

I’m stepping out of my comfort zone today.

I’m going on a blind date.

He’s a friend of a friend and we’re having lunch in Notting Hill. I’m a bit nervous so I thought I’d distract myself and do a little outfit post.

Plus this way you can tell me what you think!

I’m wearing a friend’s sold out sequin biker jacket, but you can find one on eBay here or Topshop have a cool version here . Simple white tee ,Nobody jeans , Chanel bag and my new bad-girl Zara slippers. Sunglasses are from a shop in Chelsea but you can get really cheap ones oneBay UK & eBay US.

Wish me luck!

Update

So.. the date was a bit of a flop. He turned up late and sort of laughed it off without apologising. He’s very, very good looking in that sort of chiselled Disney prince with floppy hair sort of way but honestly I’ve had better conversations with Custard. He started by ordering himself a steak and telling the waiter I wanted a salad (you know me by now, I grabbed the waiter and asked for a burger and a large glass of wine) before launching into a diatribe about women in the work place and how any wife of his would discuss baking, not business. He hates the internet (doesn’t see the point) and only uses his Blackberry for phone calls and emails, none of that “phonestagram rubbish”. I resisted the urge to snap my burger and sat there with a fairly bemused smile on my face listening to his chatter. He must have mistaken my amusement for attraction as he lunged for a snog as we said goodbye and asked if I fancied dinner later. I politely declined, said goodbye, turned the corner and burst out laughing! Surely there’s a nerdy internet/food/sun loving dreamboat out there for me somewhere?

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