Symbolism in the Kitchen

For those in the know a new kitchen has been installed in Norbury Manor - a slow and sometimes painful process. Not yet finished, but with working appliances, I chose to christen the oven (Bosch) by baking a cake. I wore the Smith's Kitchen apron Stef gave my for my birthday, cooked her favourite cake (banana and chocolate) all to ensure a long life of happy baking. It was symbolic as it was the very first use of the oven (which worked fabulously well), it was the first time I wore my new Smith's Kitchen apron AND it was all for Stef - who continually hounds me every day for a bloody banana and chocolate cake. May I bake many more.

Halloween dinner at IKEA Croydon

IKEA is many things to many people - it's one of our feeding stations whilst the kitchen is being remodelled. Last night's menu offered Halloween dinner special. Screaming Chicken, mash, carrots and swede finished off with Pumpkin Pie. All very orange and yellow. Screaming chicken - a very hot and spicy sauce. All with "spooky" decorations hanging around the restaurant. AND live music. Yes, this is IKEA.

My quest for the perfect coffee

Unfortunately, London is not an easy place to find good coffee. Yes, there are Starbucks on every corner - sorry but I think they are awful. Costa is ok and Cafe Nero does an acceptable latte. Infact if there is no other option I will head for Nero. But what my fellow Antipodeans will know is that there is something far superior. Coffee in Australia has been elevated to a religion of sorts. You will find fabulous coffee in most cafes, served to a standard and always (well almost) served to perfection. Creamy, smooth, strong and served in a small glass - just like illustrated here. Flat White in Berwick Street, Soho revolutionised coffee for me in London and every time I visit it takes me home. Run by guys from Oz and NZ - you will be served a fabulous coffee and it will blow your mind if you haven't tried it before. They also deliver a great Flat White (as the cafe name suggests). Crossed between a capuccino and latte - its silky smooth - no froth and packs a punch. Try one today. And if you have seen the promo's from Costa claiming they spent 1 million quid on developing a flat white - don't believe the hype. Go to Flat White - Berwick Street, Soho. NOW!

The best thing about baking a cake

Is licking the bowl. Here are the remnants of a chocolate whoopie pie cake I made for Ali's birthday. I always leave a bit extra in the bowl for Karl and I to share. There's something so very confirmting about it and it reminds me of my childhood, standing by the counter waiting for Eely to finish baking so I could lick the bowl. Some cakes are better than others. Chocolate cake is by far the best. Treat yourself today.

Kisses from America

Our neighbours Pete and Debbie returned from a trip to the States with Hershey's Kisses. Guilty pleasures - and you can't stop at one. a bit like a Caramac crossed with Milky Bar. 2 is good, anymore and it might just tip you over the edge.

What goes in...

Must come out. But why do you need coloured paper to wipe it away. My thoughts when I came across coloured toilet paper in Froiz supermarket in Porto, Portugal. Especially BLACK! For your amusement. It made me laugh.

The Kitchen Garden

Norbury Manor's kitchen garden is taking shape. Over the past few weeks Karl (with a little bit of help from me) has been building the raised vegetable beds in preparation for next years crop. Today we were digging in soil that has been moved around the garden (recycled for want of a better word) and when the new year comes we will get a load of extra topsoil and start planting. Then Smith's Kitchen will be supplied by the Willes Kitchen Garden. It's called keeping it in the family.

Here's Karl hard at work next to a raised bed.

The gayest drink - Pink Port from Porto

This has to be the gayest drink ever.  Pink Port - enjoyed chilled over ice, it's a new way to drink Port and is the world's first pink port apparently. I love it. My recent trip to Porto (Northern Portugal) opened my mind (and Karl's) to lots of things. Segways, a great weekend city break - but best yet - Port! The home of Port - there are over 17 Port merchants who grow on the Duoro River and store their wine in the city of Porto. You can taste it all over the place and we certainly did.

At the airport on the way home a lovely man suggested we try the pink port - sold to us as Rose Port - well any mention of rose and I'm won over. It's crisp, fresh and like a strong rose wine. A VERY strong rose.

There's a bit of information below I discovered on the N.D. John website - you can buy it online at: ndjohn.co.uk for £9.95.  the Croft website says you can get it in Tesco, Sainsbury's and Mozza's (Morrisons). Go, go, Go. Do yourself a favour. Really!


"Croft is one of the oldest of the original port houses and was founded over four centuries ago in 1588. It is the owner of one of the most famous properties in the Douro Valley. 

This innovative new Rosé style of Port has been made by a new technique which extracts fresh, fruity flavours and a subtle and delicate pink colour from limited contact with the skins of classic Port grape varieties, grown in top quality vineyards of the Douro Valley.

The result is wonderfully fresh and vibrant, full of the rich fruit flavours of Port but with a unique and distinctive appeal. It has created the perfect opportunity for Port to be consumed in the warmer months of the year when Port may not otherwise be the drink of choice."