Random stuff.
Despite my lifelong history of having a black thumb, I've actually managed to start a little bit of a container kitchen garden this summer. My basil has grown enough that I can use it for cooking now, snipping off leaves here and there as needed. Rosemary and thyme aren't at that point yet, but they're still growing nicely. The biggest success has been the catnip, which technically isn't a kitchen herb but whatever, Simba loves it. All I have to do is hold one little leaf in my hand and he'll follow me all over the house and do crazy leaps for it.
I think living in San Diego helps. Any idiot can make things grow in San Diego.
The Great British Bake-Off is back, yay! I've been trying to fill the void this past year with other baking/cooking competition shows, but all that's done is confirm for me that the worst season of Bake-Off is better than the best season of anything else. And this season looks good so far (admittedly there's only been one episode.). The standouts so far seem to be Giuseppe, Jurgen and Crystelle, though Maggie and Freya also have potential. Freya is a bit of a dark horse -- she's clearly very skilled, but I think she may have hobbled herself by going vegan.
Aside from GBBO, my main TV enjoyment has been Only Murders in the Building. The fact that I used to live just a few blocks from theArconia Belnord makes it extra amusing. Will I forever label myself as old if I admit that I had no idea who Selena Gomez is before I watched this show? She's really good.
Possibly because I've been watching all those baking shows, Hulu has recommended me a movie called Love, Sarah, which is about some characters opening a bakery in Notting Hill. It was a cute enough movie, with some very good acting and excellent food porn, but I had trouble stretching my disbelief to cover the central conceit, which is that this one bakery run by four nice white people becomes the only source of International baked goods in all of London. Like, you can't have a character make an impassioned speech about how London is an incredibly diverse, multicultural city with many immigrant communities, and then expect me to believe that none of those communities have their own bakeries serving them already. I know there are London folks in my circle here, so tell me the truth you guys -- how likely is it that a Japanese woman working as a food editor for Time Out would be unable to buy a matcha crepe cake anywhere in the city?
How is almost October already? August lasted about ten years, and then September went in about fifteen minutes.
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I think living in San Diego helps. Any idiot can make things grow in San Diego.
The Great British Bake-Off is back, yay! I've been trying to fill the void this past year with other baking/cooking competition shows, but all that's done is confirm for me that the worst season of Bake-Off is better than the best season of anything else. And this season looks good so far (admittedly there's only been one episode.). The standouts so far seem to be Giuseppe, Jurgen and Crystelle, though Maggie and Freya also have potential. Freya is a bit of a dark horse -- she's clearly very skilled, but I think she may have hobbled herself by going vegan.
Aside from GBBO, my main TV enjoyment has been Only Murders in the Building. The fact that I used to live just a few blocks from the
Possibly because I've been watching all those baking shows, Hulu has recommended me a movie called Love, Sarah, which is about some characters opening a bakery in Notting Hill. It was a cute enough movie, with some very good acting and excellent food porn, but I had trouble stretching my disbelief to cover the central conceit, which is that this one bakery run by four nice white people becomes the only source of International baked goods in all of London. Like, you can't have a character make an impassioned speech about how London is an incredibly diverse, multicultural city with many immigrant communities, and then expect me to believe that none of those communities have their own bakeries serving them already. I know there are London folks in my circle here, so tell me the truth you guys -- how likely is it that a Japanese woman working as a food editor for Time Out would be unable to buy a matcha crepe cake anywhere in the city?
How is almost October already? August lasted about ten years, and then September went in about fifteen minutes.
This entry was originally posted at https://marinarusalka.dreamwidth.org/668588.html. You may comment there using OpenID.