Good morning all,
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeeeeee, happy birthday to me.
Aww what a day. It was so incredible. London is such a love of my life. I got the train in early in the morning and the sun was shining. I read some of my latest romance friction (A Weekend With Mr Darcy by Victoria Connelly). A secret love of mine- reading love stories. For work I read academic literature all day as I did for both my undergraduate and master degrees so when I read for pleasure – I love to read horribly easy reading cheesy totally cringe worthy material. And I am not ashamed. I wasn’t lying when I said my life involved around the idea of love and I fall in love with those characters and these stories. I smile at the shock entrances of Mr (or Mrs) Right, I laugh at the awkward moments, and cry at each heartbreak. I live through my heart and in every one of those stories – as I do with my Sunday Stories now. (Sorry about the tangent there)
So, I got the train, smiling to myself at Katherine and Warwick’s first meeting in the book – so awkward by the way – as he rolled his suitcase over her foot. Cringe!!! I know he will win her back. I then put my book down and flick through my “London coffee guide” for my next victim. I chose a great place with outside sitting to enjoy the sunshine and my third love (after coffee and love itself) people watching. I scan the pages for the city area and there it is – Curators Coffee Studio. I got off the train and walk across the bridge – permanently looking right at London bridge and thinking “London is so incredible. I am so lucky.” I use the map in the book and walk up. I go inside, it’s got a cute, modern, industrial feeling and the staff are so friendly. I instantly smell coffee aromas of orange and chocolate and ask what they are roasting today. The beautiful woman says “today it’s exhibition – our own blend from Brazil with tasting notes of orange, almond and chocolate.” Sounds to die for. I grab a flat white and head outside. It’s a business man’s side of town and all the suits are out mingling and dealing deals. I sit and watch the world go by, taking in the view. Is smiling like this all day acceptable? I must look crazy! Haha
Anyways, the coffee is to die for. It’s so smooth and the chocolate and almond is just enough to taste. I read more of my book and an hour flies past me. I grab a bag of the beans for home and get a free coffee too. I take it to go and I wonder the street of London. I am listening to Kygo’s new album and happy birthday comes on. I smile to myself and get all giddy. If you haven’t heard of his new album (cloud nine) then go to soundcloud and have a listen for free. It’s so good. It’s chilled, relaxed, and very Kygo sounding. I love the songs oasis, happy birthday and raging.
So I wonder around taking in the hustle and bustle of London for about an hour, meet my brother in law for lunch (he is a lawyer). We go to Taylor street barista near bank, I have this incredible dragon salad with duck and pomegranate. So good and it’s amazing to see jimmy. I adore him. He treats me because he always does despite the Tyson worthy fight I put up. I leave him after lunch and head to the venue at St Katherine’s dock. I get in and there are work benches with all the ingredients laid out and this chef, ready to teach. I say hello and take a sit next to a group of girls who came together. I get chatting to them, all London girls out for some girly time.
“RIGHT” said chef. And we are off, sieving flour and almonds, cracking eggs, folding, beating, colouring, and having the time of my life. The macaroons are tricky not because of the ingredients, it’s the technical side of things. Chef yells “foul” if we are going wrong. I, of course, get a few fouls. But then I get them right – on baking paper ready to go. Into the oven and we are off. He asks if it’s anyone birthday and I say mine. He presents me with a special macaroon freshly made with mascarpone, peanut marmalade, chocolate and margarita salt. OMG incredible!!!
I wasn’t allowed to take any pictures but I did sneak a few. Hehe. Please don’t tell chef Chris. Before I know it, it’s five o’clock and I have mastered the macaroon. Tick to that. I grab a train home to go to the local pub and meet all my friends for a glass of wine (and another) I got cards, a Guinness and ginger homemade cake by Hannah, and an amazing scarf. Home by 11 and I am pooped. What a day. I am smiling to myself right now. It was incredible.
So I am off to birthday breakfast with a friend and to turn 29 today.
So much love,