Hooray for proper summer! This past weekend was quite possibly the most enjoyable—filled with sun, city, canal strolls, florals, good eats/drinks/reads/cricket-watching at Regents Park and friends over in our courtyard for a last minute BBQ. Saturday marked our 1-year in Londontown, and as I type this, K is working his last shift at Great Ormond Street. The year has flown by! Sadly, our official leave-London date is 3 September—we knew it would likely be just a year. So we’ll travel a bit here before heading back to the states where new adventures lie and an amazingly important job awaits K. Blogging may be sparse this coming week, as we have packing to do and a party every night. Well, almost; you Brits know how it goes (which, might I add, we have welcomed with open arms.) Wink.
Bottom photograph by Paul Fox.
Summer’s in full swing here and ever since the Olympics came and went, it’s been one celebratory night after another. Enter summertime adult bevvies. K is best at making cocktails. I drink ’em, I just always add too much of this or too much of that. But when I found Smitten Kitchen’s super easy recipe for a blackberry gin fizz, I happened to have strawberries and well, now I’m practically a bartender with this version.
INGREDIENTS// 1/4 cup fresh strawberries / 2 tablespoons sugar / 1/2 cup gin / 1/4 cup fresh lime juice (2 limes) / Club soda / 2 sprigs sweet basil or 2 thin lime wedges (for garnish)
INSTRUCTIONS// Halve strawberries. Purée strawberries and sugar with a blender until liquified. (I didn’t do this next step, but for those who cannot have seeds, strain purée through a fine-mesh sieve or tea strainer into two tall or collins-style glasses; discard seeds in sieve.) Divide gin and lime juice between glasses and stir to combine. Add ice to glasses then top each with soda and a sprig of basil or wedge of lime. Give ’em a quick stir. Sit in the sun and enjoy. Adapted from Smitten Kitchen
The view from our front door. Snapped these two pics since the sun’s been peeking out here and there this week, though it’s still jacket weather. Our flowers and plants are growing like crazy (geranium in foreground is a metre tall), but we’re hoping for slightly more from our vitamin D source. Hopefully this weekend! I feel like a ghost. A friendly one, but a very pale one.
Hard to believe I (M) have been back in London a little over two weeks already. After another visit to the Columbia Road flower market, our window boxes now have azaleas, poppies, and fushias. We also bought a fern, we call her Fern. It’s difficult not to buy everything there—we really wanted a bitty lemon tree—but kept in our budget of £20 in order to justify getting our new cafetiere. I brought over a few comforts of home, including the favourite pillow my very talented friend Lauren made me. Aside from finally getting situated, Monday’s a bank holiday and our friend Danny is visiting from Seattle, so albeit just 8°C outside, we’re looking forward to drinking cocktails and sight-seeing! Finally, finally, perhaps, the White Cliffs of Dover. Can’t. Wait.
I’ve been known to leave paintings or drawings instead of notes.* / I love Harry Potter, I do. So I went to Platform 9 3/4 at King’s Cross Station. / Our good friend Brad stayed at Coptic Street in January for his birthday. * In the UK, a tramp is a bum and a bum is only a noun—your rear-end.
The Atlantic Ocean is too far, I’m getting very itchy to get back and feel normal. We are good at fun and lazy days. Clockwise: Us imitating how tourists get low to the ground to feed squirrels, but K got the giggles / St. Paul’s Cathedral on a rainy day / Borough Market / The National Gallery